T∆1

The world now is as small as a gazebo though I
don't know what that is. Say it its small as a four
walled average room sized. All the dream, delusion,
dissatisfaction, desire and darkness are lurking and
fitting in it. The longing that is actually with no ends
and yet so beautiful. You halo you be a sight salvaging.
A word or two now that we exchange. But fate a
amazing play. How the perfection of drawing us apart
it do play.