A slow fusion of all that recreates lays dormant in a cycle of reversed repeat. And as we slide between the tangential planes of parallel thought, the paths strayed upon draw circumstantial respect from vectors beyond our veiled gaze. These answers voice an echo within an entombed feud of the heart and soul. Yet it is our actions that pose a mystery of a defined reign of coveted will and vulnerability whilst an affiliation is merely the sound-proofing of our affairs.
Unguarded, each swept glance brings us closer to a truth beyond the conflict of design.
