the louder the voice the further it may travel peace is the greater more powerful gavel current undertow connective shoots and ladders the loud standing still we are the ocean of travel roaring autonomy submerged in voltaic youth a natural authority timeless thirst for truth have we begun to flow? or cycling out? righteously reliving congruence with lower realms is this a dream? a deep time spell? a snake at the ankles screaming poverty unto itself? decide all is of our minds eye a labyrinth of the highest wealth
