You are the Integrand of which we regard,
a description only, but unknown without
precision and bounds.
We can derive your many facets
understanding minute details of your whole
with even less certainty;
Unless you let us in, give us thoughts
And guide us along your curves.
I took your hand, bewildered and cold
and took you inside my warmth.
We've shared velocity in space time,
Rooting life to find the base of love;
Though I know where we stand,
You're not the one to know.
My view of Literature: What I write and create, what I read and critique, what I see and hear.
You have entered the realm of a writer.
Welcome to A Writer's Landscape!
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
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