Beyond the frequency and the pull, the overlooked parlors of daily breadth even out the flayed ledges of a supercharged pilgrimage towards a being that only feeds off of another’s vulnerable designation. Not much is left of either’s accomplice, and the summit has grown fruitless and flat. Style may not be resilient, but it deserves credit for stirring the lowest ripples on the aerial maps. Will this be the turn-on that trumpets the tears of the traveler? The pitty is ripe in blues and grays, yet that vast reminder keeps the rest of the regiment from falling back. Somewhere inside of this image, the dark violence is churning. To my next residence, you may find me tethered by an umbilical chord. With the orbit in full bloom…I no longer fear the signal of a pareidolic collapse.