With a Capture, only a glimpse is granted to my withering eyes.
Writing keeps the secret encoded from the inspiration above and within.
A light which flatters the deepest and decaying cave of inspiration.
For she is not dark, but enlightened with a whisper that speaks to the sublime of his consciousness.
Vexed by the returning age of transmission.
A pulse is renewed and blood races with muscle and tissue.
Deeper by the release of its power.
The promise of revelation is assured by the undressing principle.
Mobile fractions are formulas of destination, traveling into planes of the bizarre and graceful.
Eyes wither but they are yet strong with divine sight and mobility.