If there were to be a place beyond the trees to escape and never be seen again Would you go? If I could I would To disappear without a trace Or hint that wrong has occurred Where the day with light can remind At night the present to which Luminous internal presence can live Outside of what can be seen Where being and being go forth Untill no one acceptance reached circumvents the path of glass tread
Broken glass The end to containment To let it out To let it go Commitments fulfilled Commitments unfulfilled...