Fame is a kind of attention. A kind of courted attention. A kind of widely courted attention. Grounded in a look or a talent. Bathed in meadowed light. Arched in versatility. Immune or imprisoned to hype. And at its apex. Fame compounds fame. But in its finest sense. Fame is just a thing. Like any other thing. Source and subject to praise or scrutiny. Coveted or obtained. Like its mirror anonymity

Shy Creation

April 15, 2023

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If there's a line. Define it. Walk it. Bend it. Stretch it. Push it. Break it. Move it. Erase it. And draw it. Anew

Money ain't money honey, if it ain't funny, and ain't no funny-money either funny or money bunny, if it ain't sunny. And ain't no sunny bunny funny money gonna feed your tummy honey, if it ain't yummy

Single

Need

Takes just what it needs

Sézane

'Je ne sais quoi' for all

One thought can hardly finish. Before another rushes in to revise it. They swarm. They float. They descend. Like bees unto poppies. Doing their civic duties. Prepping their heavenly honeys

It still comes across

It still comes through

The crystal winged eye

Hallelujah. Pumping right through ya

One can certainly, easily

come across as crazy

Unlearning, action, and reaction. Defies, expectation. Enlightenment, unglues technology. It hemorrhages, novas. It decomposes, composure. It interconnects, the vivid∞vital. It resonates, the radiance. Mercilessly gorgeous. It decimates, the foundations. It collapses, sestertius boundaries. It concatenates, pangæan time. Kissing, liquid shape, and merging, solid light. Rune and current. Cell and soul. Worship reaches, first source. Mirrored, Orion. Shen 參 miracle. SIPA.ZI.AN.NA, Bírópálca. Assumption rests. Gates, helix. Essence, tsunam. Fortune, snows. Lace, into prisms. Freedom, into speech. Storms, into songs. Never, without. Always, responds

It exists in the absence

Each song, is a prayer answered

Movation, by novation and volition. Via cartwheels, backflips and somersaults

with silly faces, feigned graces and outrages