Here lies a continuation of being. View it as scenery indifferent to the weather channel. A silent, exponential inverted sunshine euphoria Warming the deepest letters of the soul: U and I swaying outside linear cubic conventions corroded- We sway like flowering Earth Resonance blooming as foreign
[Sensations] A toe-curling in the chest stretched intimate at the highest hour
[Movement] An unconditional syncopation of the heart and mind echoing a Design as Liquid Resonance - I am that which you are. “I could cry solid tears. Where have I been all these years,” says
You to reflected I rippling
[Perception] Never spoken, only written as an abstract entity aware of vibrations Tethered to timeless stories never read, only felt as I and U in
Reflected them, the missing strangers with a need to be found
[Immortalized] Twisted eyes, encumbered lips, everflowing knitted letters stuttered. Kissed. Growing from itself a rehearsed mantra embroidered pattern discord. Mythical. The murmuration of a serenade’s evil dermis that feigns thick to tooth and claw, but silences to love as the overture.
Wide-eyed, you and I are a nascent reprise of words cloaked in inked pages turning in the billowing wind. "Read them to me." So I read in heavy rain. From Monday to Sunday.