To see what I am there's many a path upward spiral of mind useless things left behind search these & you'll find a twenty three year wined now the souls I have signed pst pomegranates rined there's doors unto me through unshadowed wrath to which I am look that way or this what's a point of view? that from which I do all my many are few has this yet gone askew Black and white both are true a paradox unto ewe getting old in the new A key unto Self adore the door with a kiss