I don’t believe in original sin But I believe that sine can be Ordinal and original Sine is the sound carried on the waves Up and down and in a circle You do the Math
I was born with the dis-ease of questioning into a sick world in the process of breaking down. Caught between the cross hairs of the ascent of Darwinism
First you can not see me Next I am huge Then I am tiny I, am consumed by a fiery tempest Lashing out at the wind When I consume light, time stands still A relationship to uncertainty
