“Adding Doves in Discernment”

I want to shine my christened mind toward people who need it — I want to take in everything, breathe the rain from the weather’s control panel. And if I shout, maybe it will be something like the sound of glee, like if a dance were to take only wave form, and the effect would be like rain on the lapping petals of man… I mean, you don’t know until you try. And I mean, maybe you were just getting off work or whatever, because you had to work that day, you were kicking up dust on your kickstand, I am that dust, ostentatiously undivided before or after the one thing that has ever truly happened.