All the shapes are transparentCompared with that beauty, beauteousnessAll the stars are well behavedExploding in monstrous timeThe real time.So violent and tender.Celebrated passing youthIt did, right, proper in the fight, fightingThe impractice of sea birthOur world belongingTo all elseOf love splendour.Every age is concurrentWhen seen from the glow of angelsEvery planet trusts gravityFour-four, fine?The small … Continue reading Of love splendour