The finest of times were overlapped with the most misfortunate of times, Dr. King. The finest of times were overlapped with the most misfortunate of times, Dr. King. A tragic North Star. An immense table, in a wide spacious vacant room. Looking out of a window of a high-rise structure out onto a naked field of gold and pearls. Tossing and turning thoughts turning in the mind of minds, reflections unhindered by the confines of reality. Volumes were told by silence, chains dismembered with scat. WORDS warm summer days spent splashing in a cool pool visions obscured by the lucid sunshine. Children giggle in unison playing in an abstracted room Church pews. Sitting in a church pew while the congregation dances, rejoice and worship by the presence of an unseen visitor.
The finest of times were overlapped with the most misfortunate of times.