You Know.
You love to feel. Really feel.
Not all that pony phony excrement.
NO
I want to feel. I want to flow.
And now I can.
No longer does my mind win/
Now I am free to lose my body to my surroundings.
To listen to the rhythm of my cells, the rhythm of my blood.
My heart beats
and I listen.
Harmonize the sentiments.
Float on the the synchronicity.
Extricate the energy
vibrating pulsating reverberating Charge.
Tinge with respite. Ignite the tinder
of my uninhibited beauty. EXPLODE in oneirostatic luminance
Leave your brain, but find your body.
And with them find your self, finding them. E
vaporate, into infinite Tactation.
Consummate the Sensations of your wordless soul.
What we cannot express with our words we express with our skin.
See me. Feel me. Touch me. Feel me.
Lick the tentacles in my pores.
**** the mandibles from my constant bite wounds.
The seed of intertwining life sought through the seed of the lymnescate.
Transference
Note to my plural self: Listen to my thoughts more often,
especially when they don't come from my head.
Rhythms carry time. Flow rhythms water the timewave. Grow rivers find the groove. DANCE the current and find the soothing bedrock rootscape.
Find it with your ultimate states of dissolution.
Find it and it will carry you.
Find it and explode.
EXTRICATE EUPHORIA