The bend that never ends Contextual edge zones October 6, 2019 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Ten interloping digits ☞ ֓ ☜ Nine interlacing muses ◫≀𓏢❃ღꙮ♮∞⌀ Eight interweaving paths ֎ Seven interlocking sins ✼ Six intersecting senses ⬡ Five interacting elements ⬠ Four interfusing animals □ Three intertwining deities △ Two intercoursing galaxies ҈ ҉ One interfacing tree ⥉ Zero intervening gravities ○
Image draws attention. But one does not drink the bucket Presence fields forever. But time’s 𝑜𝑜ℎ just a flirt to touch
With currency, one can make many things, change locations The ҉ f ҉a ҉ i ҉ t ҉h ҉ /funds to move mountains
Next we'll see athletes complaining about the need for frequent exercise and training. They could give you bars of gold and you'd say that they're too heavy and lack a basic handle for safety. So, you live in a world of bitchin', and I'll live in a world of doin'. You assume the worst, and I'll assume the best. You go to hell, and I'll send a swell 🌊
It’s not so much about authorship or credit, as it is about matching, and *clicking*, trust, and chance, chemistry, and timing
If you move too soon ~ It may not be ready ~ If you wait too long ~ It may be too late ~ If you fuss too much ~ It may be unsteady ~ If you think too hard ~ It may just break ~ Something of the thread ~ Of all of these ~ Has to partake ~ There has to be an element ~ Of utterly resplendent grace ~ Something arriving and departing ~ From no fixed place ~ And oceans and eons ~ May divide you ~ But that is such small feat ~ For the unentombed ~ Extracelestial ~ Forge of faultless fate ~ All that is asked ~ Is that you relinquish ~ All that you know ~ For that is the only way ~ To unform sufficient qualities of space ~ To contain the unfathomable torrents of new ~ That unravel your DNA ~ That dream of your unbroken empassioned embrace ~ And these cannot be ~ Just words ~ They must up, and walk ~ Né, soar! ~ Valiantly off the linen page ~ They must sear and soothe ~ And settle into your satin skin ~ Like a silken tattoo ~ Coursing in fire ~ Brimming in primal astral lake ~ And modern miracle mage ~ It must be breathless ~ But it must be true ~ And that means it must ~ Source the breath ~ That latin for spirit ~ And soul ~ And new ~ That is ~ It must be undeniably alive ~ And grow ~ And how it gets there ~ Is offensively irrelevant ~ Because it will abide ~ By its own unrighteous grace ~ That which is true ~ Correct ~ And properly improper ~ Knows no other way ~ And it is for this reason ~ That it owns nothing ~ Yet possesses everything ~ But not 'possesses' ~ As in desires ~ As in owns ~ But as in occupies ~ As in imbues ~ As in enthralls ~ As in tones ~ As in hides ~ In plain invisible sight ~ With complete ~ And unfettered access ~ To the entire spectrum ~ Of life in ancient light ~ No word can escape it ~ No word ~ Would ever truly want ~ To even flat out try ~ If the approach is correct ~ If the vision is vast ~ Your itinerant heart ~ Will do something so much more inconceivable than fly ~ You will become the very air ~ You will unfurl the bankless sky ~ You will salt the milky stars ~ You will pepper the andromeda night ~ You will join the chordless chorus ~ You will sing a properly proper ~ Unrepeatable goodbye ~
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