Out the eye, our mind lives out tale. Truth and lie, we process by the subjection of our senses against the world. What comes when our world shifts into a strange hue, whose nature falters our lens as we fail to grasp the beyond bleeding into the here and now? Madness, surely, unless our psyche...

"Death came, and I went. Though knowing the faiths whom hail back to Abraham, I hailed not the Cross, Moon, nor Star; yet, despair, of my neverending horizon rising, reaped in me a repentance out my final breath. It is here, by this seed of the grave, I receive a grace to begin fruition. In blo...