Taner Loup’e Conaway and They                   3/21/12 9:17 PM Illumination of profound and undone Illuminating the foundation of art to its portrait shade of imagination, I endured the flow fathers of foreshadow and effect of reach. The inner down poured the fate and faith of always. Feeling the hint a millisecond to a travesty, in what minute you think you’re progressive? In what hour you think your exceeding? Do you challenge it in mysteries forsaken of connected pressures and memories holding your heart? Or do you walk the path in-between the forgotten soon to be written and loud. How do you test and test of unknown fruit? You question it hearing the voices of no body and no. You hear them with the riddle of unseen. They are your spiritual guides of inner left to may be the right. In mid and milled few she’s says she loves you. Her voice you hear in your walls in your floor and in your mind full of discoveries or no answers. She touches your hair in a blanket of darkness awaiting you in mid. Yet she hides her red eyes of anger outer of lips. Knowing and not she owns a white essence of the inner plan to spell. I know not hell and nor heavens. I pray to include a life of happiness knowing the dark from light and made middle to unknown. Nor sin I see and feel to guilt by his and her memorable black word of the lord are God. He is a graces and loving man of all his children and in light. Open your mind to the keys of flowing sound and tone of whispers spoken of are background and his. A warm feeling of illumination of profound and undone speaks to us.