kaos42

There are two types of genius burn early, peak high or seep radiate, glow warm The pregnant hollow fills slowly, liquid warms the pool of twinkling starbursts illuminate, spark, grow, breed, cascade shimmer and fall to fill, and fill again I don't want to burn and be consumed, I want to sinter still to glow, to resonate, to pulse I want to transform and change to guide, to swell and ripen I want to evolve, emerge, transcend There must be a solution to final entropy I want to walk on the wheel of perpetual motion cycle and swirl, push and rock sewing through time and history a seam between a living thread tale both permanent