The universe is alive
The universe is conscious
and we Are the universe

Every galaxy is a mind
conscious
Every star is an eye
alive and awake
Every eye is a mirror
a light of perception
a window to another reality

We are the universe looking in
The universe is us looking out

Let us contract and expand
Infinitely together
Breathe

ribbed, but uncaged,
you read like a book broken,
with a cracked spine, snapped,
always opening to
the same page

the wrinkles stacked
dendritically, along the
ragged column, show
where you were split,
down the seam,
in a fervent attempt
to be figured out

your leaves are worn,
dog eared, and torn,
with words used, and
defiled

unadorned,
sickly souls

forlorn figures,
sitting silently

wishing and waiting,
no kissing or playing

it seems that you've left me,
and you're all I want to read

I turned on the light to the next door
and it came running in
photons splashing gore!

Straight through the streetlight
like stamps on a ***** and a tricycle
cyc-sickling atop of the poor.

Violence, begotten
the marsh has in store
and the sad watch like
rats watch gold watches and
stop

Grandfather
tells a long time.

Listen to the click!

You may learn a tock
or two in the bush.

zoom swish by

An arrow pierces the heart of time
along the same line as the pools filling with blood.

Tell me, stranger, why don't you look at me?

I see you growing beneath the surface, there...
You're blossoming up like a welt,
a cyst ready to pop!

, but I keep running as
I'm folding life in on itself

Hamburger or hotdog,
either way - I won't let you
see what I wrote inside.

I take it down the hallway and into my bedroom.
I collapse inward, a book's pages eating its own binding,
chewing on hollow spines, and synthetic adhesives.

Tell me, stranger.

You are, and you're not.
You are a circle, and you're a dot!

omnomnom
yummy cookies
satnamnom and
"There is only One God," they said!
and I was like,
"Psh! Nawww, dude! They're isn't a 'God'. Prove it!" But then I was like, "Wait, since when the **** do I ever prescribe myself to oppressive dichotomous systems?!" and then all of a sudden I was like,
"Wait, there's like an infinite amount of those things!" and
then I was like, "Whoa, infinity is totally one."
but then I was like, "Wait, it's also totally none."
and then I was like, "
everything is one
everything is twice one
everything is half of each
and infinitely more than none
and that sounds like pretty much everyone I know.
and, well, let's just say
that there's one constant
and that one constant is love
and that love is always changing
that love is always growing
expanding in all directions
and ever since ever is it
becoming love

Fahrenheit of love
carry the dove
to and from
The Lord of peace
and gratitude and
be only what you need
in simplicity to be
as you are and
you exist because
you belong like a bubble of funk
in a soul jazz orchestra and it seems you are suspended with your surface dictated by the outward radiation of your innermost black hole diamond fire mirror sphere and the inward pressure of thousands of galaxies but you are infinitely effervescent, you bubbly buffoon, you take it easy there with your galactic monsoons, you hurricane gale force love storm! you can swirl an ocean into a whirlpool but let's have some fun lets have a lot and with our lovicanes we'll stir the *** till we see fit 'cause you know if you let it sit for too long the **** rises to the top so stir it up don't leave it up to luck you've got to jump into love and fall forever instead of tripping and falling like fickle birds of a feather so untie the tether and we'll go from hither to tither together and we'll make it better every time

My unseen tears
condense onto windowpanes
as they're smashed open by codependent assumptions.

Blinding
blunt force flashlights
shatter sharp shards of light
across the darkest crevices
of my soul.

Impatience
and uncertainty
leads to reactionary behavior.

Do not plant flowers
in the gardens of someone
who cannot take care of their
own plants.

Their soil is unsaturated
with nutrients.

How can you expect to enjoy the fruit of their love?

I am a withered plot.
I am the dead of winter.

No one is interested in how it has died.
They are only upset that they can no longer feed themselves.

What you see is what you get.

and I like to use humans
as rags, scrub 'em in the dirt
and throw them away.

Ha

How can we expect to grow if we cannot bask in each other's fullest glow? We are sunflowers hidden in separate caves, lit with lone candles.

I wonder if my skeletons in the closet miss me.
I used to keep them company all the time.
I hope they're still playing nice.

They wouldn't make for the most comfortable of cuddles,
but at least we had a lot in common.
We could talk all night until the sun rose,
and it wouldn't even matter as long as we had the door shut.
We'd talk until I was deliriously hallucinating faces on their skulls.
We'd talk until I'd melt into their rib cages.
My pupils were as wide as eye sockets,
and I could see myself in their skin.
They'd smile at me, warmly,
and make me feel at home.

I wasn't afraid of the dark,
I was afraid of the light.

Disconnect
It happened to me
but it's not a part of me
Trigger

I can feel it now
Push it down
down down
down
Guilt

Shut up
You're fine
It wasn't that bad
It doesn't matter anymore
Besides, I loved them
I still love them
It's ****** up
Shame

Shut up
Don't say it
They'll judge you
Others have had it worse anyway
Your story doesn't matter
Shut it away

Back in the closet

Where you grew up

Some may think it strange, but

If you don't let them change,
If you don't give them space, and
If you don't give them room to grow...
then you are stunting them.

You have hurt the very soul
you wished to heal
with your love.

You are putting a flower in a metal cage.
You are keeping a butterfly in a glass jar.

"But they fell in love,
and their love was so great,
that nothing could tear them apart

and they lived happily
ever after,

right?

I could never let them go..."

You can fall in love with a memory.

You can fall in love with a pretty picture.
and you can hold that cold polaroid to your chest
and you can say "I like this best."

but you can't lay your head on its chest,
and you can't feel its heart beating

and you can't exchange a loving glance,
something so beautifully fleeting

and you can't feel its breath on your skin,
because it isn't breathing.

They are not a moment to be stolen.

So come back here to now,
The picture is ever-changing.
pay attention —

Open that metal cage.

Let that flower blossom
for the entire world to see.
Uncap that thick glass jar,
and set that butterfly free.

You may not be with the same person forever,
but realize that they aren't yours to claim...
and they'll never be the same,
ever

So let them have that fresh air to breathe,
and give them space to fly

Let them have all the room to grow,
and you won't have to say good-bye.

Every time I look in their eyes, I see pain. I see hopelessness. I see excuses. I see addiction. I see broken beer bottles and broken promises. I see empty baggies and empty words. I see crushed up little pills and crushed emotions. I see rolled up dollar bills and sweats and chills. I see powder, white powder, and all I hear is their voice getting louder, and louder, and **** it, it’s just too ******* loud and I see smoke in a cloud and their head's up there in it and they can’t, they won’t see, not even for a minute.

I'm a bug I'm a little bug and I've got wings like the faerie feathers of humulus lupulus and I've got gilded fractures and they're a silly spiderweb I like to catch myself in sometimes and bounce bounce bounce around sticky wings sticky wings trampoline and here comes the spider he looks quite a bit like I do but he's got far more eyes than I remember and **** do I look tasty tasty let's tie you up tie you up I wanna see you squirmmmmmmmyum scrum didlyumptious

and every strand is embraced by little pieces of ceramic and I'm a broken bowl with biting social commentary sewed back together with the gold leaves of King Louis XV's little harpy harp

rococococococococococococococo

quartz unclouded
in a moment of clarity
I'm overtaken by electricity
crackle crackle jolt

a lightning bolt
from the tips of my fingers
traveling up my arms and
sizzling out in my elbows
my joints my joints

I am found unfinding
unfound and finding
myself losing myself
lost and found

tingly tongue tied with
sizzly pop sizzle spit
electric electric  

along the same line
I follow stories from
book to book I look
I swing I bring my own

back and forth from
word to word we see lines
cut from crystalline letters

round and round
crush crackle jolt

tell me something new
tell me something new
tell me something new

**** me sideways
my face is melting off
I've tried nine ways to hell and back
to make it stop make it stop please but
this force is electrocuting me
crackling inside of my veins
melting capillaries

sound the bell
tick tack toe
gotcha

underlying intentions bubble up from under the surface of my skin as the roaring inferno engulfs my body

I am surrounded by a fiery tornado of unforgiven sins

this demon's embrace is a warm one

take me back
to the days of wander
never dull with woe
eyes bright with wonder

dancing with butterflies on
sunny days with warm breezes
twirling around in the pouring rain
dripping molten caramel onto the
fluffy snow in the backyard

the scent of the honeysuckle

I'm a grinnin' black hole, darlin'

Y'can't see to the bottom
of the center of my universe

I'm an ever-hungry ditch

spin spin
spin around me
and drip your lights
down my thirsty throat

I sip too swiftly

choke on sunshine

wait!
don't cross the line,
there's no turning back -

too late...
universes collide and
collapse into one another

Holding my breath,
I'm floating
up, up, and awaay
darkness beneath me
I break the surface
and take a deep breath
of sunshine as I wake up
and rise up
and then i've got some
time to exist in peace.

before I start focusing
before i start noticing...
before i start getting caught
getting caught in the thickets
caught in the thicket thoughts
thicket thoughts
thickets

so now I'm trying to savor that blurry time
'cause I like to walk that blurry line
between sleeping n' leaping
from keep to keep

because life is just one blurry line
...
between sleeps

__

I pour a line of salt onto a table
and it's dissipating around the edges
and you can see the surface beneath it that
rises up like a mountain range and
I'm rising out of the ocean like a *******
performing an interdimensional ion exchange
and I'm a surface rising out of a sea of salt
and I am an ocean rising
out of an ocean rising
out of a surface
of a surface...

waking up, up
and away

and well,
it's never too late to restart
it's never too late to restart
it's never too late to restart
it's never too
hahahaaaaa

Sometimes it's nice
how I can fall back
onto certain phrases,
but **** would I love to leap
into new ones!

It just means
I've gotta start skipping
I've gotta give myself a
good runnin' start!

It's like I'm pre-placing
all the notes in the scale
and ripping them out in a
roll roll roll
just because I know I can
but I should really pay
more attention
to each
and every
one
individually....
after all it's the sum
of all the parts that make it
greater than the pieces
apart

anyway like
what are you trying to say
what are you trying to black hole black hole where do these words come?!
from star gazer star gazer
try to think thoughts and
all of a sudden universe
universe and
I just want to make it
from one place to another but
it just so happens that
that place is just another
and then there's another
and another to go to and
all of a sudden I'm in the
throes of the universe
the throes of creating new places
and how am I supposed to create a new place if I'm trying to figure out how to get to the next place?

jeeze I'm just another face!
what the ****, look at all these eyes everywhere! how many are there?!

I'd love to count,
I'd love to sit beside
every single one of them
and enjoy every nuance
of their dilation and
it's always fun to see
myself in the blackness
of their pupils.
In the right light sometimes
I can see my own pupils.
Sometimes I can see
my own star
gazer gazer star gazer
black hole universe you are
a breath in the making you are
a breath in the taking in
the giving in the
receiving and
I'm in the throws
I'm in the lobby waiting
I'm in the lobby lobbing linguistic lilies from pond to pond and I'm licking lateral lines across your lilting laughter and what are you some kind of heart monitor?

My thoughts are shallower than the puddle you didn't even notice you stepped in.

Making the decision to hold on
gives that which is held
the ability to hold onto you,
whereby it can then impair
your ability to perceive
the difference between

you making the decision to hold on to something and
you making the decision to let something hold onto you.

you with your soft pale skin and coarse hairs
I want to feel their juxtaposition on my own

your proud **** teasing the skin of my thighs
the strong calloused fingers of your left hand folding over my protruding hips
grasping them and guiding them
before your pulsing throbstick

my arm weaves through yours
reaching around your muscular body
to tickle your rosy wrinkled hole
as the tip of your self slides between
my cheeks and kisses mine

your other hand reaches up
and wraps itself around my skull
and you plunge your sword
deep into my heart
and I gasp
please

love me
**** me
destroy me

You were standing
there by the fire, illuminated
by it's tendrils of warmth.

Standing isn't a good word, though.

I saw you radiating upright
with your spine stretched up
to the heavens like a sacred snake
dancing to the universe's melody.

Your every movement flowed
like a river of love and glowed
with the embers of a thousand thoughts.

Our eyes met and
I knew I had known you
for several lifetimes.

The pupils of our souls
dilated to the horizons of
our irises as they tried to
jump into each other's
embrace.

It's silly, but as we sat, I noticed our super-soft pants,
(because why go with anything that doesn't feel amazing)
were printed with psychedelic patterns,
and they seemed to breathe in sync
with one another.

But that was just us.

swiftly drifting hippie child
sounding the bell of crystal quartz
undead spunyuns seize empty moments
fill them with crumpled smirks and last minute breaths

Raindrops fell sideways! like
The way you ****** me that night.
The way you enlightened me and
stole my slumber and
ripped off my rumpled rib prisons and
swallowed a fair portion of my innocence.

You damped a fire I had burning for years but
you set my body aflameflame with
Buddhist monk kerosine kisses
to die in silence for peace for peace but
oh, oh, oh! teacherteacher teach me
a thing or two in the bush blister
blister tick tock callous and, well,
I learned well with stomach well
churning and bile brimming
flowing flooding river sliding
off my tied tongue confused.

The sad part is that I liked you.
You were almost too short to reach
the lowest string on the harp but
you played mine just fine.
It was just out of tune.
Sorry.
I know I'm supposed to
take care of it every day.
Warped wood.
Crack!
Wire pop whip recoil.
Bad ******* bleed black blood, widow.
Lovedeath and reborn twicethrice and
I single-handedly nurtured neurosis and
conquered psychosis like a queen.

He likes to keep his fire engine clean.
It's a clean machine. Very clean!

i wake up
i rise up
and i've got some
time to exist
in peace.

before i start noticing

before i start getting caught in the thickets
before i start getting caught in the
thicket thoughts thicket thoughts

I am trying to savor that blurry time
I like walking that blurry line
between sleeping
between leaping
from keep to keep

because life is just one blurry line
between sleeps

a line of salt poured onto a table
dissipating around the edges
you can see the surface
beneath it
it rises up like a mountain range
I am rising out of the ocean like a *******
I am a surface rising out of a sea of salt
I am an ocean rising out of a surface
out of a surface out of a surface
I rise up.

there's nothing left on the table
there's nothing left in the garden
there's nothing left for me to tell you
and there's nothing left for me to lose

but there's nothing right
and there's nothing wrong

you've given me lots of words yeah
you've told me quite a story
you've given me quite a few
and yeah I'm really really sorry

but I can't seem to stay angry
no I can't seem to stay mad
you know you're downright sideways
and I'm neither happy nor am I sad.

words really like to run their mouths

find the leather bound book
by my sorry little bed and
you'll find it's filled to the brim
with thoughts from my head and
they're not the best thoughts
and they're not the very worst but
I'll never have them last and
I can't say I've had them first

but I guess I guess
they're thoughts nonetheless
whether or not they're
tidy or a mess

oh little sun little sun
won't cha give me some light
I'm looking for happiness
or at least a good fight

show me something old and
then show me something new
and I'll tell you that it's all the same
for me and for you because well
everyone is everyone and
we've all got our own paths and
they make a little ant colony
they make a nice hammock

you can sit within its net of strings
and swing away in the summer winds

but you can also take a sharp little knife
and cut a knot in its complicated web and
you'll see where that gets you
whether you like it or not

broken down train of thoughts
screaching to an end and
in the end I can't find anything
better than a friend

for there's nothing at all like being alone
but it's pretty nice when you can do that with someone else

so I end up writing backwards
and it seems sometimes I lack the words
to go forwards I gotta start somewhere

by retracing my steps
by looking back
and seeing where I've been

where I'll be going
it's all in the knowing
in the becoming known

I am becoming something else
by coming out of what I've been

I've been slower, I've been faster
I've been the cave
I've been the master
I've been the slave
I've been the master
I've been the cave
I've been slower, I've been faster

by coming out of what I've been
I am becoming something else

in the becoming known
it is all in the knowing
where I'll be going

and seeing where I've been
by looking back
by retracing my steps

to go forwards I gotta start somewhere
and it seems sometimes I lack the words
so I end up writing backwards

see uknown in your empty eyeball
your empty eyeball
fizzy fuzzy thoughts and a
blurred pattern of vomitrocious gradients
split in two split in three split in four
more pieces to the puzzle
solve it and you will die
abandon it and you will die
so be happy and sing
be merry and dance to your
friend's heartbeats
getting quicker
getting slower
with your friends
getting higher
getting lower
unpack your massive bag
zipper broken and spill it all
can't shut it now not anymore
pack a small one
and empty it often
water your plants
rearrange your molecules
every time you hit the sack
every time you lay yourself to rest
remember the smile of that stranger you spoke to
and forgot their name
wonderlover wanderlust
celestial body
stardust

I fell deep -
into the dark pit in my
screaming stomach, but you
lifted me out, and filled
it right out, and
drifting, there lied
a tight knot festering
in my chest you so
tenderly untied, a hard shell
'round my shaking heart,
broken to spill the
love inside

I choked hard,
on the lump in my
thirsty throat, raw
and unspoken for,
but you taught me
how to spit it out
of my mouth,
like a sigh -
ahh...

I jumped, into
thick throbbing thoughts,
that bred anger
in my soul, but
you doused me
in stars, and I surfed
in your smiles,
that crashed
on my shores, and
put it out like a flame -
sssss!

You may want to take me inside
but your mind is a million dripping daggers
perpendicular to the infinite edges
of my circular paradigms.

your cold soul wraps around me
like a chainmail suit.

I want to love it, as
it's supposed to love me, but
it's heavy and pinches every fiber
of my existence

and why should I wear it
when I want to run into love
completely naked?

My name is derived from Tyrant
I would say you should have expected it
but I am not one to take someone's heart
that is the ultimate crime.

Can't you see that you've stolen your own?
Look in the mirror. Unfurl your ****** fists.

Now my fingers are ablaze with hellfire.

I want to know your dreams

I want to memorize every fiber of your being,
your every bone and every muscle, your
every word and every story

I nuzzle my nose in the nape of your neck,
tickled by silky soft hair, and
breathe you in deeply.

My lips are learning you

I marvel at your existence for uncounted and
seemingly nonexistent amounts of time

I can have a conversation with you
by looking in your eyes

We needn't say anything
but show, see and
understand
to feel

You're a glorious piece of music and
I want to learn every nuance of your essence.
I want to remember the feeling on the pads
of my fingers before I sound each string.
Glorious

I trace your skin with my fingertips to
learn every dynamic of your body
from forte to pianissimo

I bask in your kind eyes and swim in your smiles.
I shiver at your electric caress and melt in your loving embrace.
Divine excellence...

At green diamond tenth
in the hustle bustle jungle,

time brought sunsets, tall buildings,
relative heat waves and adventures,
it brought love and delicious food
with interwoven fingers
and storylines stampeding
through the streets, seen
from the landing of
our first kiss

then snow and a hat-scarf,
your name embroidered with
threads of love by the hands
of your grandmother,
and mittens that turn
into fingerless gloves

We walked past my car twice
just because we enjoyed walking with each other,
or maybe I'm just directionally challenged
and occasionally oblivious,
but it's definitely both

We never put our pens to the page
but we snuggled like a puzzle and
painted poetry in our smiles

You make me feel so comfortable
I could melt into you like honey on a
fresh piece of toast before a walk in
the snow to a four hour train ride to
another chapter of your book

We were together nearly 18 hours
and it felt like forever and a second
at the same time and

I'm still tingling...

the story is woven and
somehow the same string is
caught in loops
around itself
and somehow

somehow it makes a fabric
somehow it creates a universe

there's space
between every loop
but that's what holds
the warmth inside

fuzzy pockets
filled with love

the stories are interwoven
and somehow our stories
have been knitted together
somehow we are caught
in loops around
one another
and somehow

somehow we make a fabric
somehow we create a universe

adore galore
a bounty of beauty bounces blissfully about fields of budding wandering wonders

wistful waking dreams are the places to be, y'see... imagine being free - imagine being free...

tree climbing is much more than a past time activity, it is a livelihood
it isn't 'what if I should?'
it's all good it's all good

bent bright distortions of self parodies are overanalyzed and indistinguishable from nonfiction, a sarcasm fostered past the point of pointlessness

silly ironic discrepancies spiral inward to vast void fluidity tie a knot and listen to it melt under the microscope

sizzle sun ray beam of light sends me sniffing around in surround sound you're a stinky hologram come find me singin'

whew! I love yew
I love yew!

I look for you
in the darkness
of my shadow
and rain drops
are dripping from
my closed curtains.
I can't see anything.

All I find is myself
and the terrible truth
of who I am.

We were scared of
each other at first.
But then we recognized
ourselves in our eyes.
We sat there in silence,
and our pupils dilated to
the edges of our eyes
as we strained to see
into one another.

I was hoping
it wasn't as ugly
on the inside.

Your skin is burned
and blackened, rough
and calloused, scattered
with sweltering welts
spitting seemingly
ceaseless smoke from
their cancerous mouths.

But in my shadow
we've been turned inside out.
What we see is inside us.

I held you in my arms,
covered in pus and bile.
What happened to us?!
I wailed over you and
my snot and tears
healed your wounds.

synthetic soul
you are a stunt double doing stunts I never needed to do in the first place

synthetic soul
you are an escape from the real deal quiet squeal you keep me hidden in the shadows

synthetic soul
I am tired of making excuses for myself so you can let others shine I want to see the daylight too

fabricated face
you are sewn to the sinews of the muscles beneath my flesh and your expressions are a tiresome dance I try to follow in empty steps

fabricated face
you bend to my perceived will of others and leave me creaking and cracked

fabricated face
I thought you were here to protect me

fabricated face
now I know you can only hurt me

I thought I knew this from the beginning
but I can only feel it now

My God, what even am I?

branches are
sprouting out of my heart
and ripping
through my rib cage

my bones are shattering
as I shiver from the growth

it's all so sudden,
I feel like someone's squeezed me like a squeaky toy with it eyes
popping out of its sockets

except they're no longer attached and they're hurtling through space
at a trillion light years per second

I know I'm here to break my heart open as wide as I can so let me carve it into the bark so you can taste the sap

I'm a hall of mirrors
with many twisted reflections

I'm the shattered mirror
on your bathroom wall

They call me Narcissus

I look into the river and
fall in love with the
reflection in the
shimmering water

I go to kiss it

and my shadow falls
around it

My vision blurs
and it goes out of focus

Warm lips
Ice cold water

I'm just sitting here
idly interpreting things of purpose
because apparently
we're here to make
Things
out of senseness.

I'm actively miscommunicating
purposeful everythings
because we're
actually
not here to make sense of
foreverthings.

Psh, neverthings. Blablabla alwords!
Anythen, you overstand, left?
Up.

How much time in the mirror
have I wasted on hating myself,

when I could have
been loving you?

Drop your leaves, love
All that deadweight's
wearin' you down

pins and needles
line my stomach
like blood red clouds
aglow with silver,

blistering scabs
grow and blossom
into wizardly trees,

blowing and breathing
the air like dancing veins
bringing life to the sky
looking to the stars

I am a particle
entangled with every other particle in existence.

The trajectory
and spin of
each and every quanta
affect my frequency and direction.

Although I am a concentration of energy,
I act as a particle. Although I am a particle,
I act as a concentration of energy.

I cannot be described
without those that affect me
being described along with me.

No matter how far,
no matter how close,
I am still my own yet
I feel what others feel.

Einstein called it spooky action at a distance.
I call it Love.

foam body
ocean wave sinking throne
muddy waters polished stone
sunbath getaway find a way out
little hole in the skyward flame
eyes of blame and guilt trains
take it further to the last domain
falling off the brink to a walk of shame
not a game
not each other's to tame
broken down frame slump slump trip
hop skip and frown I'm trying to turn down right sideways to see the beauty in this piece show me something new
find me something new to say
got all the blobs and not the right way
I'm a viscous liquid spinning down a drain
black hole and frolicking over billowing plains of uncertainty
currently in blissful mystery
and it feels like a million ants
are biting my wings
as they wake up
certainly

they're colliding —
coming together and dancing,
breathing with one another

their bodies, magnetic —
orbiting slower than photons
perceive us to be moving

— at the infinite speed of love —
spiraling into one another:

an interaction as primal
as celestial bodies taking shape —

...amorphous shimmers of light
frolicking on the surface of a happy lake
rippling in sync with its intentions...

From these throats come
undulating warmth, as misty as
the sighs of trees in the brisk morning —

wisps of transparent cotton,
lilting in the breeze —

motions uncurling into actuality

thoughts unfurling on the forest floor

...a fern reaches for a piece of the sky
dripping from the branches above —

tendrils of starscapes opening
as a book read by the wind...

a trillion crystal orbs —
suspended off the ground,
aglow with golden sunlight:

the presence welcome

I want to unravel every thread of my apparel

Leave it in a tangled heap upon last Autumn's fallen leaves —
brown near black now and pungent from the rot
of several seasons' rainfall...

I want to stand tall in stark ****** as crickets hop over my feet
and ants crawl through the hairs on my toes

I want to curl my foot-fingers into the moss and
feel the earth beneath it as if in newfound love

Sit in blissful vulnerability
Lie in wondrous mystery and tranquility
Breathe and worship all the silences of the forest
all the silences of love

Look.
Don't.

These are the two greatest choices
someone can make.

The *art is present.
The art is present.
The art is now!
Look.
Don't.

These are the two greatest choices.

The artist is present.

If what is subconscious
is outside of our
conscious, waking perception
then maybe life is simply our attempt
at understanding what's beyond that line.

Maybe in dreaming
our perception crosses that line,
like a molecule undergoing osmosis.

Maybe then dreaming is our attempt
at understanding where we just were.

The energy that is our life is water.
We are all intelligent, emotional, informational rivers of energy.

When we die
our energy evaporates,
dissipating to return to the source,
an infinite ocean.

When we are born
the droplets of consciousness coalesce
to form a concentrated
pool of life.

He lay there in the grass, hands folded beneath his head.
Facing the many twinkling lights of the stars,
basking in the glow of the sky, he said,

"The moon has a face,
She really does.
Well, many, really.
But the one that I see
looks like it's singing the universe.
You can see it in her eyes,
that it's a solemn song but
there's hope in her voice
that lights up the sky.
You know how when
you get so close to someone
you can see yourself
in their eyes?
Sometimes I wonder
if she's too far to see herself
in ours..."

To his surprise, the moon faced him and smiled.

"You beautiful being, my magical child,
Love transcends space, for infinite miles,

My perception of you
is a reflection of me
of all I once knew
and all that I see

Your reception of me
is a reflection of you
of all that you see
and all you once knew

Nothing we see
Is entirely true
If both you and me
Set our mirrors askew

Eye to eye
Heart to Heart
We realize we
Are all a part

Heart to heart
Eye to eye
We realize love
Will never die

See into
each other's minds
With all our mirrors
now aligned

Through each other
We can see
We reflect forever
to infinity...

As you look to me, I look to the earth
and see twinkling lights of infinite worth
They are the eyes of many a life
Wondering just like you..."

Whirrr
whirrrrrr
whirrrrrrrrr

The difference in the frequency the tone that the two lightbulbs in my room resonate at is approximately 3Hz. Whirwhirwhir
Whirwhirwhir

Out of sync
Out of sync
Out of sync

The dissonance is pulsating around the room, bouncing off of and into every surface therein. Wuhwuhwuh and my ears hear my ears hear my ears hear it at about three times per second. Wuhwuhwuhwhat were you saying? I'm sorry I'm sorry the lights in my room are out of tune. The lights in my room are out of tune. The lights in my room are off.
What were you saying?

Our eyes are near
and my heart is hot
but your stare is cold
a thousand miles away
Your words are clear
and time has stopped
there's nowhere to go
my thoughts are broken and blurred
Sweet lips, your sweet lips
Carry such a bitter sound