What is time and love and what beast forms them?
Are they existing concepts that beasts label and manipulate until they fight back?
And who are these beasts anyway, and why should we care?
Beasts become constructs that whisper “Even kindness has limits,”
but if we were to take that apart, like a Lego castle,
then the intention would open our eyes to a starving world of abundance.
Just think: things piling up like leaves, and still not enough.
Not enough, until a breathing spark decrees life.
And oh, what tremendous joy
will fill those that gave from their souls when their pockets were empty.
There was no other choice but to start walking south
to meet up with spirits, intertwined from past lives.
And then suddenly, they were there, even though I didn’t remember asking for them, saying
let’s meet on Canal to seance Pearl Paint.