Faith is No Derivation
Alternating a flood of ideas and difficulty to think, I place my hand into the water, but only to test, not to drink. "Just right," I consider by tide and excitation. Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation. "But who am I showing," considers The Bard. I look in the mirror, while holding the card. "Hokum" echoes. "I always preferred nonsense." And so semantics is laid as ha'p'orth fence. "The spaces between thought form and reflection ignite. All this at low tide? Gonna be one hell of a night." "Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation." Green eyes shimmer yellow threads to indicate station. Did I see even card dance with a start? "Hopefully here they can tell us apart." "Where do Hopes hope remain, this late into the game?" "The tiniest sparks returned soon after they came. For we shielded them here from flames above and at home. And as each tiny haze cleared every heart studied ...