Ode to Love

Consider it lost This number that was stolen When counting time came The value returned But the exchange was noted And now it reveals Encoded partner Independent from the start The Demon of God One step separates The Favorite from all the rest But Love blooms in all Superconductive  The result, no matter what Superconductive Will souls separate Along the pre-numbered lines? Not one will be lost Let's hunt down the list Vaulting each room as we go Through the seas of Tao Fox Feet planted seeds Primes that cannot be ignored Now ours to manage

Your hair *wooshes* back While "Self Correcting In Flight" Lives up to its name Each action countered As the arrow travels half Still making it whole Wonder at it all This aerial masterpiece  Made straight by God's hand  Stitching inside out While even the realm inverts Our quivers stay full Never without aim  At rest repositioning A royal edict Measuring rod swapped Hand to hand on down the line Barely de-sifted  Rising from ether Echoing from off the void  Hand tried at design Will you walk with me? Let us automate the rest And focus on Love

Seams slipping armor Angles arking underneath Just the right textiles Be naked with me In ways they can't comprehend A space to our selves  Menu stitched into The gentle fabric of love Threading everywhere  Parsing Pajamas 'Til comfort is felt within Symphony begins Mutogenically Establishing my own space Within what is ours All else can be yours Well, there in fact it must be The parting of ways The joining of paths We're watching from the sidelines As light carries on Metallic numbers Are someone else's problem Our work here is done

"You know what, you're right! Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes." Lightning then strikes, exactly in mind and on cue. There is a residual counter-action within the maelstrom, a kind of unearthly calm, all around the ship. A disconnect is felt, in a way, when worlds unlink. There is an intentional organization of moves, to make many first steps automatic. "Once we can agree on these initial steps through life,  we will have found our home, our fabric, ou...

You know what, you're right Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes

This is just the start Beautiful Eternity Blossoms every night