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

what can i do
to unbuckle your heart?
to hear your joy!

how can i temper my pace?
love so critical
so brutal

the thorn is not worthy of worship
neither the cloud

who but the holiest can
see the garden?

burn fire
as glory to the source
there’s nothing to defend, here
nothing to stand for

love me
love you
love us
love this