...how secrets fly swifter on the shoulders of sisters holding hands and walking fast to help their mother.

I do declare a reformation to take avow and transform spectrums of unpleasantness into foreverness of progress towards newfound innocence. This, but one dense distance of arms to lovers' arms reminds the viewer of a time when branches shivered between the tangles, fair and fortunate to be freeing themselves in a procession of marriage to the wind. In the darkness we are all the same in that we breathe so quietly and quickly in the drifting of our peaceful sleepstates. If I could sink in this vividness, if but only for a moments time, then I would make you my bewildering bride and run away in the sage of this dampered day so soft with fray. How secrets fly swifter on the shoulders of sisters walking fast to help their mother is a wonder to me. How brothers lay distant in the sepulcher of their prideful hearts of their fathers' blood and bones. When the night is won by the low-light spray of the moon's display I am over and gone beneath the the hillside streaming through my fingers every star since lost in flight.

To be continued, perhaps...

-C.A.Dominick