Do you ever wonder why women don’t make the first move, or vampires have to be invited in, the sun and the moon, your mother and father watch, watching through clear waters, so much is bound by the rules of magick, tests, demarcation points, and hymens, fruit passes, and sometimes the answer is just to lunge for it, hunger and yearning, dreams and necessity, how many impulses can an action satisfy, in the greater scope of things, these are the questions the heavens care to answer, so much greatness in the world, the stars watch, and the sky covers her breasts, dare to reach, and you maybe rewarded, rules, reality, and the cold hard ground, sometimes its just the echo of truth, from East to West, and the horizon, life can be so many things, but in the end, the result is decided by our perspective, beyond the door, and between the lines, your father and sister, so many gateways, how does a spirit flow, bow your head, and kiss hell’s gates, push your way forward, the valley of the shadow of death, free-flowing spring, within the vast expanse of space, Walmart girl, her bush and panties, is the echo of everything…Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.