Morning prayer.

Spectacle, desire, the physical. 3 things one ought not to be without. When I find them in others, I know I’m getting close to unending originality.
All for one is dated. I won’t practice knowing what it means to maximize experience over accomplishment.

Just piano and voice.

I won’t do more, not even for track officials powered with centrifugal force from a hot past.

I should add my visual gamut speeds up, surrounded by haves and have-nots of guitar spinning in freezing wind.