Hang onto awe. It’s worth the ride…
Wholed On
I could
Soully sea
Every which weigh
Taken in
Awe directions
In life
And with it
Countless horizons
Even awe at wince
As just taut
360/365
Degrees
Between birth daze
As unearth
Revolutions
As powered by God like
Balls of fire
In every celestial neighbor hood
We’ll turn
In heavenly orbit
In the surrounds
Still
Ear by ear
Open to here
Untolled
24/7
Redeemed by sow many ours
In a weak
Effacing unstoppable high noons
As unbrakable
And knot
Frayed
As felt up
And down
That memory whole
Sow many epic pics
To choose from
Guided even
By legends uncited
As passably affront
To that fated
A rival
Of those con tenders
Wresting in nothing abut
Flailing that smell attest
And pinching aloof
Their snooty hope
In ex-stinks
Of awe scents
Imbuing us
From insight out
As weather inhaler heaven
Trusting awe
That is a bit touched
In that vast nest
Called homme
And sow much amor
As awe weave
Ever experienced
We wholed on
