The heaviness of knowing; it’s like carrying the burden of secrets and being spit out of time The whirl still wants to talk about it-elementary Listening to the sound of inner space, the planets reconciling the different nuances of experience and integration I see the destination before we’ve arrived and look as crazy as one …
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Through the Whirls I never asked for
Burning and turning through the whirls I never asked for Every yearning dies into the see as I take up my cross Acceptance in order to Exit, love Under the wobbly stand of some, I allow uncertainty, pain, surprise Topless confession in the right hand of my surfacing dream Yonder the daze of a cyclical …
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
To live as nobody knows, to fall into hands that heal Open, to be open, I had to see what true nature is Undone in hands that bind, I rise again to see what love is Crystalline perfect, gazing upon the cellular regeneration Heralding the alchemy of my mind once again as it forms In …
Another timeline ago
Where I fall, open, to receive on the grounds of merely being real and murderous as the divinity of discernment and hate, as the witness of the walking dead and then spiraling return as the eternal observer- yonder the impulse to kill, the righteous wrath that fuels all destructions of ages we’ve made it out …
The Immaculate Perception 