In a sea of infinite potential there is one lurking at the abapical, silently shrouded,unspoken are premises of limited boundary whetted on hunger of rhythm and beats that never repeat. Come clean into the void of this melding, there is an essential melody we hum and vision fixed beyond the mist of mesmerizing mountains cloaking you from abjectivity. In me a sky of silicon seas tease ores of harder atoms, but the space in between, the space in between is non existant synchronicity.
