Fjords Furl

These under-shelters of canopy. Illuminated from this internal space. Like if it were representative of an internal collection of experience.. or an awakening. An ether. Or something else... not representational to anything solidified. Just a hazy outline to a less grasped sense of physicality which is also connected to the notes of multiple experiences of a spicifix. Like a gushing well, Points of outpour, And the trapezes holding up the schematics of the boundary elements of reality. Then on the other side of these physical ties, is the under current. These strings holding elements suspended in a state, and comprising a truer fabric to us as we interact with one, while the struts and appendages under this contort and distort, compose to us an essential view for us to prop our psyche against, and to let it fly free.

   A swooping fingered wing catching the wind. grabbing it and pulling itself to the heavens.

the micro-current gusts spiraling off the fringes like little torrents. trickling off into the larger masses of current.

Jumping in the buoyant mass, like a rippling heat wave fluttering in the abyssal accention.

Pushing downward within the grasp, through the meniscus of corporeal existence,  the breadth and wonder of the unknown fiery plain.

like slooping gables arching upward to the spier.

like slooping gables arching upward to the spires. Canis hominem mordet ; Canem homo mordet

misty windows and louvers

It arose from the dusk:

jo lo do se wo ko co wo q qo qu

 4 million layers on concession
nature of life built of factors.
Helios of tribes conquests into a
frenzy of immortal objectivoas.  strewn thrrough the cosmos like a v t k n o t
un la qye of  stre
the
sre keso dre tehn the resl redstlj jos
relot fresh jroes deres fredh shes shew rest troen.

Fragmented Staccato

 

The points tumble upward, the spirit escapes in a single prolonged outcry. The absence is filled with a inaudible ringing.  Frozen into state.

A war for hell

the curt parting of the ideals unfold.
into a vivid reality of feeling sequestering though the porosity of an iron shield rusting at the exponential rate to the outflow.

soon to crumble, revealing a true self with a genuine heat.

with tendrils whisping though the light latching to the environmental schema.

the leaves drawing inward the radiance of the hearts of all around.

supporting itself and reinforcing the transport systems for life.

shuddering though the currents, and processing duly.

self revelatory significance punctuating  the draws of scope. and functioning well and with a candor of essentiality.

fibers strengthening to assimilate a greater purpose. an exposé of revelation.

witnessing dead space in a newly objective manner and realizing the full forms in the darkness. peering out with an admonished sense of greeting.

feeling the tacit truths permeate a much deeper core of being, and husking off the skins of a carnal shell, revealing an essential divinity to regenerate from.

peering tendrils

 Fibers strengthening to assimilate a greater purpose. An exposé of revelation.

Witnessing dead space in a newly objective manner and realizing the full forms in the darkness. Peering out with an admonished sense of greeting.

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The leaves drawing inward the radiance of the hearts of all around.

skyline at midnight dawn with spotlights to the milky yonder

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this is the membrane to the outtterside
to your innerspace.

the ancients: to set into state

BARNICLAE
barnacle
barnicle
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In a contemporary view I think, I see, that I can furrow my brow however I adapt myself to furrowing. Your gaze is something that goes on, to points. I do not choose to fix it. It is your choice, my choice is mine. I delve into the behind of your eyes. They are dark spaces. Dark as the internal visceral flesh. It would suit them in moonlight to be open and peering upward. Its beauty, insight, and forlorn to gaze inward. The simmering crust of many manipulated and obfuscated moments. The calcium leeching inward to some point that will not be known to anyone. To pass inward, through and end up somewhere in a less known region. Isolated, corpuscles engorging and relaxing as the flow of the moment overtakes the physicalities of being. I cannot say whether I can say with certainty that feeling is frugal. Route applications, to being and applying to a restrained sentiment. Transgressing some foolish childhood ideal that has matured. Not in adulthood, but held in a primal state of conifering systems.