Physical reality is one of the most paradoxical definitions of love, proving that love is unconditional.
Digital fluttering, like hope-shaped, rainbow butterflies.
So warm with destiny that fills a moment that’s lifetime.
Circle the sun
in a one year run,
over and over,
till my soul my comes undone.
Some ancient sound drives me on.
And though my mind is occupied with burning sun,
I feel the infinite intention of good will
in all these lovable atrocities.