prime mover not knowing why to fight the cloud.
Desire misses you, Unknown.
This is another circle around the volcano and womb. I kiss it. I choose to persist through mountainous why? otherwise than truth and freedom and the possible flow of a beginning.
It rains. The tongue says rivers and love rows. The voice keeps rowing without knowing why.
You Desire the dangerous time of the Garden. Now, or someday, I believe one drop of the First Time may save All at once.
