Tight manoeuvres in a cradle. Is life a choice on the checkered attire of a sprawling dervish? Isn’t life savage in a sanctimonious talk from your own pretty glasshouse? I have a lot to do to shatter my own demons. I am a future boy, too. People will find what I am unearthing from the depths of mystique timeless travellers. A poet like no other… 9 inside a cocoon, inside a photon sea. Where and when fused to form me. Los Angeles is a desert. And I will rip its cage open. The word will touch many with a grace closed to them than their loving mother. Singularity of this mission is universal. Amen.
