Force by indirect methods.
Dancing in the Reign.
Chasing my tale.
Hunting lodged in the hurt locker.
Tested by Son light.
Hating to love by a distancing critical spirit of self-protection.
Received light increases the light.
Stepping stones will break my moans when I stop using words that hurt me.
Artless profession. Heartless Excuse.
This tingle isn’t a jingle.
Demonstration of moral content, not morally contented.
Repetition as navigation.
Between the paws.
Real courage.