We are interrogated lifeforms in the essence of our beings. As lingering, we pass through lips and make our way to the Divine. We are synergy in the ways of our soles, and decided in our accords. We can make our way to the divine, through courage and ambition. In the wild, we listen to whispers, and form our opinions. In lack, lustre shines. And in devotion, whims of our ways shines luck and good fortune, if we choose to embrace it. In love, and fortune, lack shines new purpose into meaning. We are wicked in the ways of our sins, and know how tired we are. Lock is devotion, and lustre for a freedom. We lick at morsels and quench our thirst. When we divide who we are, into little metacosms, we can see the port of our souls. We learn to behave, and act accordingly. We know our ways through thicket and bush, but not until we accept we have an opinion about it. We are lost, and know our make-up by the shine in the eye of our rose. In kind and ambition, we are decided in fortune.

We know our peace when we know ourself. When we can part with what looks like fate all around us, and know what lies within. We look at ourselves in mirrors, and see what we know. We can connect with ourselves and the divine, and run our hairs through the Wild. We find our ways as truth courses in. In a river of fertility and depths, we can know our humility and death. The rest is in allure that calms our nerves. The Devil can reach into our soul and bring us closer to the divine, but the denial of sin is nothing without the recourse to due better. As winter’s shine, and the love of the Earth, we can only know our purpose within! We can pursue it, know it, and bring it closer to our doorstep. We are in wishes and wells, and wings can carry us forward. To new courage that remains in our foosteps, we can carry us forward. We are a lack of needs and the rest in the allure of Heaven’s fortress.

We are in oneself and of a vessel to God. We are close to being kin, and can still find ourselves, within! We are close to being home, and can still be alone! We are to find our peace, and the wisdom in assurance that we will be okay. We can begin again, and know trust. We can be an awakening, and still flower in the bloom. Such is dynasty, and flourishes. In the chasm of truths, when we wander we see what grows in the heat of the night. We can dream of prophecies, but we can be waiting too long. In the celebrations of being alone, one can be lost to their purpose. In due coming, and pasts revealed, there can be new revels. Beware of burdens though, because they can come with a tomb. Unity can be undone, and again! In the vast field of our fortress, we can be done in chance! One can lead their redemption, and shine through the haze, to be undone again! All alone, all over again. All again, all alone, all on purpose again. All over again — all alone. On purpose, again.