Orbiting our own obsessionsburn the hours,light the dawn —an idea erupts, flowing with immortality from a soul spillingits only sacrament.To see is to subjectyour will to the other’s —only advantage gainedfrom breaking vantage ~the calm sea storms the night:the impossibility of vanquish. a calm sea storms the night Hi! Check out an animation of a … Continue reading impossibility
growing
hover
Hover to holdthe hope for higher helpas the soil evaporatesinto the stars,galaxies of potential sweepthe ground with gustsof uncertainty.Origami birds hatched in the infinite hover to holdonto the orders of angels magnitudes greaterthan the clouds could ever cover,condensing and releasingtheir sole composition.Origami birdshover in folds of freedom. hover Hi! Check out an animation of hover … Continue reading hover
between
Burn beyond the bordersof anywhere you’ve daredyour frosted heart to chance ~reach into the soul’s recess — hold the hurt you feel — thenFeel the glow livingand breathing withinthe hurt, yearning for your tender handsto set fate free~ go between to become ~ go between to become
patternly
shattered to spirals ~sync to sink the hidden code— a rigid freedomagain and a missrounded randoms resonatein galactic gray spun Hi! Check out a visualization of spun on instagram @speciesofvalue
rumbles
Earth rumbles with lifecoursing through its tunneled veinssubterrain scurryBrief balance sighted beyond and between the lines~ round intersections between
outerspace/innerworld
ricochet to reachouter spaces ~ inner worlds transform between stars outerspace/innerworld
a lifedraft afloat
A heart socket hollow,abandoned for a painless pursuit — feelings unfelt andthought into boxes,stored in their unitof time.But this packaging does not resolvethe reason for their rise —feeble fantasies whither as the narrative writhes to remember its rhyme.A heart socket hailedaccepts the persistenceof a painful past unboxing the fear of feeling,never blaming always aimingfor the … Continue reading a lifedraft afloat
sin distortion
The mind bendsto what it seesas the willow bendsto the wind —Suggestion savors the momentbetweendisbelief and discretion,distorting the ever-sortingmind.Smiles and frowns,mere waves —emotion rolls eternal to the rhythm of the unknown.But beyond the tide,the current settlesto reveal the pearly present.
Primavera in winter gloves
Baby bovine grows on green pastures,early and elated with the joys of new lifefresh and innocent to the sorrows of unprecedented tides.Dry ground soaks into the morning rain,while Hope hobbles into a new lightovercast, unsaturated, delicate — asif each grazing cow on the far hill could consume our world too, aseach blade of grass bears … Continue reading Primavera in winter gloves
in time
Wayward and forwardnever backwardwe fall into the arms of who we are,always becomingmore brilliantly our own ~unique as the yellow biloba and tenacious as those who clung to and cultivatedthe ginkgo’s roots,nearly receded into extinction butwith us today, growing.
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