As I release myself through paper by truth and everything I’d love to keep to me, I rest. Among sheets and perforated edges of white
destiny.
A breath of life collapses the lung cavity before filling my pouches with vital feeling.
A “forgetting” or “readjusting” me.
An admittance to the need of cleansing the Sun of its Myth, grasping [...]
Sleeping on the Moon
November 19, 2008
Pushing Me
November 16, 2008
I can hardly hear that slight whisper,
waiting, wishing, wandering around,
begging me to stay.
I am pushing in
staying here to shed my skin.
I am calling in
fading where the ending begins.
You shouldn’t stand there
steering me,
this isn’t what I had in mind,
slipping back to the little
piece of my time.
The greater taste
is exactly how you described
yourself to me.
Now, I’m awake [...]
In Ancient Ruins I’ve Found the Future
September 2, 2008
I feel that there is no such thing as wasted time when the conscious mind is wrapping itself around another logical finding, foundation, supplemental vibration of sensation.
In a god we shall trust our hands to sprawl, be manipulated by pulls and heartless throbs.
Together we piece together our spirit beyond a countless clarivoyance, a supernatural beast [...]
