Steady building at a chaotic pace reconciles the rhythmic relapse of a windstrung mind cloubdbound by vapors and visions sublime but unsolid, unseen ~beyond the border Body swells to let Soul’s sweet mirage be. You can find an animation that pairs with beating here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery … Continue reading beating
semblance
monotony
Another bird, another bounty of color,another day dismissed for night,two more books for the brain foldscountless notions to scroll through the night.What makes the morning worth the alarm?The maybes never made,the chaos never conquered—the extraordinary monotony of living ~day crests, night falls, birds banter about the weather,and light dawnson usdeparting — to live or to … Continue reading monotony
impossibility
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
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
high on heaven
Snowflakes fluttertoward a ground too warmto celebrate their journeyfrom clouds too coldto keep them.Lost in the clamor,by gravity’s command,the individualityof each falling flakefades into flurry.But the ground does not refuseall the sky sends —Lightning hits andhovers in hindsight until thunder reachesup from the earth and clapsour senses together —How could something so mightyto the eye … Continue reading high on heaven
forming: four fates
Seed some semblance of a lifeimagined, lived beyondthe bounds of this bounty,born in the candlelight of technicolor flame.Hydratethe long limbs of desire,supple with suggestion.Rootto the depths of dreamspringsdeliberately opposed to thepainted landscape — the canvas is infinite.Growsteady, acuteto the imperative oftransformation ~amplify the grace bestowedby the heavens and the earthsthat formed you.
eyes before talons
A red tailed hawk crashes brain firstinto the reflection of a hill — stunned ~— awoken ~— perched ~~ preyed ~free. Cycles of semblanceobstruct perspectives of truthas we slowly piece away the masks of make believe, approaching the innerborder of infinity.The eyes shout dangerlouder than talons,six two-inch warningsof the terror hiding behind shocked lids.
when
A city exhales,homes inhale — people worryabout positives.The negatives granttemporary clarity but when will we live?Spontaneous joy,without examination free to love again —
seams of seeming
A head and heart disconnected dismembers members ofseemingly distant worlds.Divided by streets or seas,houses or highways,parties or passions— separations of semblance maim with fear of loss. Semblance bears an underscore: for those divisions of secondhand seeming orpower-punctuated scheming ordeath-defined livingdare not dive belowtheir surfacebound reflections.Depth deliversdignity, rememberedand in recognition ofour connected consciousness.
Species of Value 