in the moment it's the much too much. in the present it's the touch. shakeing from emotion. shakeing from sheer propulsion. it's the long lunge and it's the lurch. the urge of the surge and the endless search. a dull shine can emerse in emulsion. propulsion eleanor was only in it for roosevelt she knows it felt sending all that motion across the ocean.
living in the pulse of the sun.
up to my neck with emulsion. propulsion. systematic attack of devotion. propulsion.