August looms and haunts.

As i have arrived at a place of no  musings and no stakes i take my turn to revise the monuments of skulls and scalps laid bare in the order of my travels i illumine the space of accordance and set to sail the remission of my consequence to the enterity of my being and make amends to the settlements of my soul in its aspire forgotten masons do build me up in the structure of my whereabouts and bring to remembrance the set trails of my deliverance i go abounding to the course of my liquidity and bury my head in the sea shores of August strengths not knowing where the reburial of my soul is to take its course always on the ride of shallow placebos at turns i alarm the night with the guise of light This is to the inheritance of my formula.