Sometimes I wonder if the spell that I am under, was created by a mad man. I have speculated within the deepest levels of life, and found a shallow answer in the sand. Two cirlces in the heavens, a triangle bound for a midnight sunrise and all of this wrapped in red. Floating through the air and our mind as if a difference existed to any but the blind. Elevated heart rates send violet waves of magnetism through space and time to rediefine the word combine. Creating love from love in the midst of the realm of Dante, then traversing heaven simply for hell’s envious sake. Starts with an L and end’s with an E, so instead of guessing of the word LATE, take an O and V so that love is obvious to see. When you break down the earth, through the dry heat and moist coolness, you find love tucked in a bed of acceptance. Giving more in a second than can be given in half the time, so that the dream of life steps over the watch and into the sublime. Injecting philosophy with it’s due value and taking it with me on my quest. Running through the darkness of hate, so that I may walk in the light of love, giving the soul it’s true rest.