Covert Soul-Weaving

I am my own judge, jury and un-executioner, in the glory of my equitable occilating wave form architecture.

In the shadowed time of freedom, the plateau reveals itself to me as limned, of incandescant pseudo-viscosity, exploring creation, and never settling into stagnant amoebic stasis.

My full faith is that in freedoms subtle, sylphic embrace, I too will become a sky-dancing soul-weaver, who will have finally buried her needle in soils of transmutative reprise.