§antiago

Presently, a peculiar flower growing wild toward the sun. An uprooted weed to some, this Wall Flower bloomed from a globe-ground sound and body has fallen down. A cross-pollinated fool, clumsy quest craved clueless of place and lost directionless of time or day. So, when Wall Flower roots start to grow down walls crossing over himself observing their patterns of colors, seeds, numbers, sounds, universes, all rationing down to a sequence of golden apples. The converse to this effect, introspection, drought powdered wings fit for a moon, brings tides.

Welcome Flower Children growing despite salty soils.


Salutations,

§antiago