How to pick up speed when the whirl is shot to hell anyway; the heated, the so-called holy, they talk among the vines, of ‘niceness’ that doesn’t last and what does not matter is kept, as what does matter is abandoned How shrill, this droning is, the way that many pretend to be artists as …
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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 …
Exit
Invisible, I call and call and make offerings, speak through water-now flushed, almost tender Near to lines so blurry, I hesitate to cross and make waves over the whole thing Sacking the goods from the one book, my living library with companions of the great work It is hot and humid in the regions that …
Who are you?
Gnossiene
The Immaculate Perception 