I am but a part of the world around me. A mortal being with immortal parts. And although my actions sometimes astound thee, just realize my motives were clear from the start. And once you realize deeds define feelings which others perceive from your heart, you’ll appreciate clarity in contribution, because your solutions are art.
Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity
Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are