I'm in love with the stratosphere,
An ostentatious incarnation of insoluble incantations.
I'm Lacking in words to define
All the indistinct daily phenomenon laying latent in every twist and turn.
A chemical kaleidoscope of color pressed paper-thin rendered unreticent under my skin.
Loving like lack-less laps-less seasons pulled asunder
Ground up to be spread to the wind.
This wasn't exactly the plan,
Considering there never was a map.
Only life lines connecting the junction between a vast spanning skyline.
A nomadic kind of love.