the art of kEith ::: 'E' on everything

My love for you is of course platonic. the ever present disclaimer of which I am violently sick of mentioning. All understood nonetheless. Love has no boundaries. the thing I loved. Was once a closed vessel.

And so this act was redemption in it’s highest. An unfathomable necessity.  Guard your heart if you must, or let go. Be recieved by lusts fickle jab or spring to consciousness . My responsibility is reasonable enough. Me the gentle cherub. Burned beyond coal. Here I stand still. The vacillating salvation evermore. MORE. Ever, ever, more.

Woe to the wicked, the Carmel sweetened nothing that fizzles in reckless contempt … A ship .. burning forever seeking the chisled redemption