I was taken back made and finished by his hands in the middle of the day. You drowned me in the agitated feeling. Of invisible flesh. From clay days. From brain fires. Heart was surprised. Scary open bar. Splendid, blissful. Where do you come from in life. From yours over mine short, resurrected and short. Tree pruned for high growth. Looking over you. In your world in you. Because you throb me.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.