Each renewable return that is an artificial light, to this timely find of hours, the arranging to gather in of health, gender and above such hope for all aligning age. Had the time colour my extraordinary court, catching through to have upon you my fortunate wealth of beauty, and to those dissolving about chartered flights a recording, meanings of intention, captive to the stellar-capacity. The pausing between moonlit hugging, gathering in pensive time on loan, paying little or no attention to my detailing silhouette, a body you have charter to, time and lineage captivating. Redress you my beautiful find, to fuel with will, them appropriate recordings, and surpass with reconciliation, to abate the known redress; suggest artificial light for your feeling of in-flight the pictures, the cloud of indoctrinate body, your way to love, and to have my longing set, an apprehend this feeling of ill-regret.

2020 Adam Blewett ©