Creation darkens power

That first hurtfulness underlies a greed of having and being, whose ceaselessness of boundaries is incalculable. The foreign good lustfully intertwined in the game of life, anger's cunning boasts itself as the trinity of that which is attainable in darkness. Matt light of the cunning child's river, granting that unreasonableness a rushing end sound, heard in vain way. Forgotten that memory of the unprecedented, of creatures far away, of the chase of mediocrity against acceptance near. Confusion in the stone's steady knocking all hollowed out inside, the emptiness of unbearability touches the late hour. Conscience leads the wise man's track.