As to conceal my very being, I become the sunset of things Vest of blue, like a straight jacket that only offers glimmers Ever so subtle, a kiss of death and what dies are only plans River that leads to the polar axis of this house, the cats call Steadfast in the veiling of gentle …
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Sorora Mystica
Love pulled the tears out of my neurosis, sucking me dry Even making my dove cry, through a fractal in the wall Trust, I will, within a foreign land, psychic and undaunted mind To take or not, this step- the truth is I see everything In the love of gnowledge worth receiving, pure ecstasy Never …
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 …
The mark of the Magdalene
Living still, in reclusion Under de-vine protection Channeling my beloved Your request in the trash
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 …
Ultra negative
In the pick apart of reality, dash to see what is, doing Inside complex structures and over the top, this whirl never tells us to face North Coaching me to get a grip as I go analyzing the shit outta and the revelations are much bolder and darts come and thy are aimed at my …
Mystery of Love
The mystery of love fills my core-will I share it? Why, I still think the tip of Her tongue, you could not bare Yet, you call me to be painfully honest, to pass through, to raise the stinking fox of nightmares For, the flowers live in the onions of all the whirls rejected by modern …
Arriving at Honesty
And the withholding No, don’t dare to deny it, any nudity, any sense of revelation Undressed in crowds, no, so I flee and say — Candor that burns, a dream ignited, some awkward output, but as honest as life and yet the spaces, the gnossiene, I still live in Crystalline, sacred tears break the reserve …
I.C. of my Whirl, Little Dove Caritas
“Thinking is difficult; that’s why most people judge.” ~ Carl Jung I am the destruction of all opposing wills of the one, true, living Creator who makes good the claim that all that is pure and true and ‘de Ella’ which has been falsely presented as trite, insignificant and obsolete by the vilest minds, of …
The Immaculate Perception 