to the pulse that will find me here,
to the pulse that will find me here—
oh horizon, you’re a grave
in your distance i will brave
to the heart that’s still beating
to the heart that won’t fade away
to the pulse that will find me here,
to the pulse that will find me here,
oh horizon, you’re a grave
in the distance i stand brave
devotion is the gospel,
is the promise,
is our home
(Source: patakk)
my mind alone
cannot devise
the difference between model
and metaphor
neither poetry or machinery
we are not the either/or