let the night open to the sky, faces like pin holes in the curten of night, so many stars to remember, how many will guide my way home? the astrolab functions upon the bar of the north star, should I? guided by the upubtainable star I reach for the hevans. arms too short to validate the depth of time and energy of the ages. strange that an age is to be judged by the confines of the people and not the person. let the people open their arms to the passive objection. Time opens and the parodox of life exist's in a moment of time.
pax,
-Mel
pax,
-Mel