I Am In Prayer. I Am One

Poetry Is A Subset Of A Cosmos, Which In Itself, Is A Poem.

Is It A Form Of Social Play That Underneath The Words People Say, There Is A Different Conversation Going On?

Hot Air Expands, And Seriously Pompous Attitude Is The Inflation Of Choice By Those Lacking Substance.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.

When We Love There Is No Reason Why.