Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I f fides quaerens intellectum might
I lluminate afflictions of the heart,
I ’ll gladly seek its aid. For what pursued
I dentity as I might find therein,
I ’d gladly lose myself in circular,
I n spherical, in orbital torrent
I nspirations of a more intense
I nsurgency of immolated sense
I nviolate. So this is my intent:
I hope to lose my perpendicular
I nstructive norms—my right, my truth—that spin
I nsipid on an axis misconstrued
I gnobly as my self. O faith, impart
I nstead some right, some truth more benedight.

always talking about you self