( via / me )

Leafy path 🍂.

still ice at the edges
ev'rything back level
carol orange compacts
castaway vast ramparts

loose ice for a language
lurks bling to distinguish
tattered albums talking
atonement's rich anthem

Can I be as I believe myself.

"...nor find sport/ In torch-light treachery or the luring owl" —The Ring and the Book

Binary.