Bringing to Light

Birds whisper in the night to my pained cerebellum. I ache for release, but find captors here, there, and everywhere. The twighlight plays a melody and I see a warm glow, actually. Finding STRING THEORY complete incomplete, I name the fifth force LOVE. It does not exist yet, thus the theory has never been definable. Seeing the vials in the centrifuge, I am conscious of the sediment of spirit that becomes matter actually. The psychological that crosses the boundaries into the chemical and physical is what I seek for release from my depleted body at this time. I work alone, and alone I will climb the mount. I will open my mouth to scream and only a starling screech ushers itself forward. Be mine is unattached from a valentine and the saints become positive of war in this silent vicinity. My rook takes the queen and their mean, in vicnity, is about to be clean for me and only me. This house OF THE LORD is closed to all of it soon enough. Rely not on me. Use your abilities to get on the internet and quick barking up the wrong tree. Look at my energy colors JD, and he will see YOU properly.