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JMT Jan 2018
The stark contrasts between conscious and dreaming life become less and less discernible when you’re caught in a waking slumber
JMT Jan 2018
I descend the spiral steps
Upon which few have taken notice
Each tread downward unveils cascades of immanent balance
Seething through me
Percolating as water in fertile soil
Soot wafting in the pillars of light that fulcrum this ancient temple
Ineffable
I am everywhere and nowhere
The dull pangs of humanity do not exist
In the abyss
All tangible evidence of my person lost in the bright aether fabricated by unsung heroes
They motion me forward
Ecstatically embracing the mercurial infinitude of our majesty
We weep because we are found
JMT Nov 2017
Tinnitus from our feedback loop
A match to glass powder and red phosphorus
Friction of our egos
Makes us calloused and blistered
Brutal and tender

I wanna be exposed

To feel the cold burn of the wind on my pink, new skin
Clench my jaw, inhale the moment till I scorch my lips
And with open arms submit
JMT Oct 2017
My shadow stretches from the soft glow of embers and mingles with yours
Flickering on the walls of my skull
The past burns in my chest as our future ignites before my eyes
The ashes blow out my throat
Thru my body
Branded like cattle
I wear it like armor
Manipulated by the hammer of experience
My core is buried by life's flux
JMT Sep 2017
I remember the sensations the changing seasons would evoke...
The immanent feeling of lightness in my soft chest as summer turned to autumn...
The constellations were as stereoscopes in the view master of my innocence...
Hand in hand with the latent ebb and flow...
In tune with the infinite...

The frontier of life
JMT Aug 2016
Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing

Corrosive potion
Moments wading in ocean
Static evolution
Rootless traction
Weaving thru the nexus
My future re-enacted

Iridescent  
Unbridled
Panta rhei vials
Isles of colored sands
No shadow on my sun dial

Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing

Jaded divinations
Desecrated chants
Sated pact
unfettered
Stench of gas on my hands

Mountains scrape the aether
Identifier, unbeliever
Ascetic institution
My cage degraded in solution
Narcissistic revolution
Illusion of my sanity
Nothing sacred minus my modus
Drunken monolith
In tune, in tandem

Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing
JMT May 2016
Needless to say the least

Lessons suggest
Freedom’s omnipresent
But my body’s on lease

Threaded dreams

Seamless society

Is this it?

I weave a basket

To carry your sun bleached bones
Thru the valley of plastic

— The End —