I knew a guy named Astro Raw. At the time he looked like a king or a prince. Always looking upward and feeling downward for the tops of heads to lean on I saw in him something new to grab at. For this I am grateful. Now, kill the hero, transgress in love.
Movement and a motion I am made whole in every moment alone. Expansion and Contraction makes always reaching the same as always forming into stone. I am the chisel and the stone. I am, at one time, released by the motions and at another encased.
