consummation destination

Steady... A plot. Ready Or not. A purgatorial plan for no mans land. This, where I stand Of no bland, til the touch of my hand, a brand Hence the turbulence. There where love salubriously wins. Even to tear a story of territory.To illuminate Or animate what is ruminate. The torn doesn't seperate the foreign. And still carnal, theres a taste that cant be erased.