AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

The singing heart of dying flesh...
Let free the soul that is infinite energy.

The sweet suckle of now and then...
A piece transmits forever transformed.

The precious essences commingle in bliss...
A novel passage lay firm on two Dragons.

This trek poring over with emotion evolves...
The task is apparent, a riddle to solve.

Will Time be the narrator of grand stories lost...?
Or will it be Time that mends what it cost?

The jargon is confusing, though eliciting frames...
The picture is this...

We won't be the same.

A thread from my heart unravels with you, but connects us like energy with old matter and the new.

The depths of what created this Universe we breathe...
Is Love in its purest. In you I believe.

The expansion retracts, as all things must...
But...

My promise of Love will never undo...

For you.