lost in the forest bound

Ah, so one says the light is, ubiquitous. The1 teaming of the wonton yeast of hearts, so infamous. So be it to the storm of kind edicts. Flaming to the storm Along the lurid paths to yearn. As, say it to the lightning sojourn. In the ardent arrow fly. Or so as the marginalization sigh To the arena of times, bread and wine So yes, to surf, being and salt. or careen with valour so be it to the day and vault up the, haze. in the life, music, and darkest dream raise the influence, to co-opt the steam and so this Greek exile mentally imprisoned in a soul case of unheard magnamity The rose kiss the child of the wind. so bake the cakes of longing to heal