From the Imagination of…

Falling

Floating

Smoke the heavens

Torch the grounds

Intoxication never tasted as sweet.

Silken, woven webs

Lovely

Elysian

We exist to fall.

There are those

We don’t want

And things we don’t

Say

Turn your face.

What lies outside the walls

We’ve yet to see.

What lies inside our hearts

We do not know.

Come

Exalted

Nighttime music

We exist to love

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Photograph: freedomfathers.com

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