Predestinarianism
perhaps my
cross-legged habitual stillness
resembles
arch of woven personas
through deliberate
alphabetic molds of intentional perspective? My western
direction
now
resembles embrace of spectral
confinement a perchance lineation
assuming lightened achromatic
present whose ink
dismantles murder of colorized belief of demonstrating
combinational
involvement. And yes
cold continues.
V.
