Northern_Lights_2017

36 Angelic in all the sense: that being the lack of sense. As I fall into the lovely rabbit-hole that may be my doom, with fiery oblivion, I dive into the essence that is you. Such a sensation cannot be derived, as the light of love overflows from every crevice that is my being, shedding light on shadows once unseen. This light I embrace: I accept its fate at a door more beautiful than heaven’s pearly gates. Soar on high, but do not be late, or pass one by, as to assimilate hate, as we fall together in this fiery dance that being the gift of chance. Angelic Features Sean Landrock Stand beside the nuptial fire and cleanse with ashen smoke the ancient lines of lost days. Lean upon the orange hearth and sweep the lightning shadows across your brow. Hold your breath of harmless wonder and place the stone once again under the carver’s lamp. Nuptial Fire Nathan Abraham Abysmal Night Nathan Abraham The entire starry firmament fills your sky that hangs suspended above the impregnable womb of night. You, astonished being, survey this millennial light cast upon familiar protracted horizons. The split fusion of magenta shines through disjointed pupils guiding generational spirits across your great abysmal night.