we sail sea pale vessels short in time lone boats living
moments after george saw the installation for the first time his face bright as an endless flame documented by al morán
prayer of saint francis lord, make me an instrument of your peace where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy; o divine master, grant that i may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood, as to understand, to be loved, as to love. for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. amen.
the match strikes civilization burns quiet smell ash