shadows of communication lines
long shadows of power transmission lines
salty lips from oceanas embrace.
sun sheds golden tear
in the form of beams and waves and particles
well whatever you like, really..
nobody seems to understand that notion we just settle for the lowest possible value
instead of reaching what we could actually be…
the mind is clay, you can make the mind look however you want..
what you make outside the mind matters most as far as spiritual repercussions.
what is finished is perfected in God and made whole.
im removing my own beams..
Regular Clouds 