The Tempest

The Tempest of madness is a syphr, a realized form of monstrous vitality that remains unscathed and unharmed. The Tempest is the notion that you will cross that line and she will be there to carry you when you fall. The Fall was guaranteed, though, many deny they ever were at fault, so, they remain in a cavernous prism of thought, thought that conveys a warped perspective of our world to see themselves as the ‘tempest,’ untouched. The knives inside a stubborn nervous system convey the true news; once you fall you see, you already knew, there is no way to life but to open through it in all it’s entirety. You are the reflections around you and your affect will always match your actions and cause, all things eventually show my faults and the lines I crossed, so, I run to be crucified to find my true destined form. The Tempest tempted me back to a ball and gala, I am this that makes this cross fall into faith, again and again, I faithfully insert myself into him, over and over…

The Tempest falls

, I have succumbed to her as he is my anchor, he is her, a tempest of tempted faith, fate,

we must come collect the noise of our arrival,

eventually.

You are enough to forge a new oath with life,

fall and this harmony shall guide me to my faith and safety, again,

when i fear, i am near, not in the forge but through her forest,

I awake my fear to force a sight,

be willing to see and fall to the line you already crossed, my life is my destiny. on heart, on matter, on me, on us. earth is our cross.