[re/pro/trans]gression.

[sanguinetempest]

I bloom, shedding petals like black and white photographs on a windy night
edging towards the surface of a realization,
an evaluation of moving faces and the English language between synapses --
breaking chains -- further, further
As I proceed, I am useful... I am the law
I am the doctrine, precedential, naked before a daunting doom, laughing
My pilgrimage is one of forgiveness and war-paths, following Ovid's patterns.
I am Becoming...
Stand with me.