A steamroller dressed in white, what can it mean? Translucent yet it seems real. Portions seem that of malice, portions of salvation. The divine grace of unknowing ignorance surrounds every soul. A horde of fears, still the last motion of a warm embrace. Circle spinning through the mist in the summer rains. Swimming down to find what we would like to hold. The only treasures a heart can know. Sorry I’ve been away, I haven’t had the time…