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#hermeticism
we would rather discern a fleeting renunciation than transmute these destitute ends.. but I grasp what needs to be catalyzed in hindsight. I wouldn't trade this execrable disdain that echo through the night, cause you taught me radical honesty.. Surreptitiously as these circumstances engrain, you're teaching me accountability without self flagellation. Persiflage tides that drown these ambition, shows me that our words need to flourish, not erode and to respect your own sovereignty. The Fabrics of our Anatomy and the center point of singularity seems like a blissful illustration that yields us to stop negotiating with ghosts of our past that haunts our desires for this embellishing entanglement. A nervous systematic disposition we have here, a conjunction of eccentricities I still have to decipher. Along with the idiosyncrasies I trace upon the lines of her fragile nature. Adored and abhored alone the same poles we dance through. As the Incremental waves of beauty and desolate reverberating measures throw my faculties asunder from a structural love, instead of an optional one. Easy to say, the reflection is refractive bound we must learn to adhere to, so I'm done chasing, the dynamic ends as... The adscititious wavelengths that convalesce Innately in her, disposes her complex anatomical snare that once seemed impeded, to realize the root of this dismal length.. but the intense limerence entailed a familiarity that transverse world's that resides beneath those eyes, a reflection Innately the atoms danced to. "Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" ( if I cannot sway heaven, than I will raise hell) for there is no heaven like here and no hell I wouldn't endure. "Fluctuat nec mergitur"( she is tossed by the waves but doesn't sink) a symbolistic resilience that is admirable.. as our problems root from the mirror tendencies we haven't resolved but peace is the pinnacle of our unfortunate aptness to defragrate our inclinations. This I must meditate upon, and integrate eventually. So we quit burning the seams woven inbetween us and the propensity we once crystallized. At least it's animating as much as alienating. Until next time. Where Namaste relatively seems dimensions away but somehow prevalent. Until we cross again. _ Twins at times feel more intense than intimate.. but I presupposes I'm ready for this hopefully resounding interlude.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
My magnum opus
we would rather discern a fleeting renunciation than transmute these destitute ends.. but I grasp what needs to be catalyzed in hindsight. I wouldn't trade this execrable disdain that echo through the night, cause you taught me radical honesty.. Surreptitiously as these circumstances engrain, you're teaching me accountability without self flagellation. Persiflage tides that drown these ambition, shows me that our words need to flourish, not erode and to respect your own sovereignty. The Fabrics of our Anatomy and the center point of singularity seems like a blissful illustration that yields us to stop negotiating with ghosts of our past that haunts our desires for this embellishing entanglement. A nervous systematic disposition we have here, a conjunction of eccentricities I still have to decipher. Along with the idiosyncrasies I trace upon the lines of her fragile nature. Adored and abhored alone the same poles we dance through. As the Incremental waves of beauty and desolate reverberating measures throw my faculties asunder from a structural love, instead of an optional one. Easy to say, the reflection is refractive bound we must learn to adhere to, so I'm done chasing, the dynamic ends as... The adscititious wavelengths that convalesce Innately in her, disposes her complex anatomical snare that once seemed impeded, to realize the root of this dismal length.. but the intense limerence entailed a familiarity that transverse world's that resides beneath those eyes, a reflection Innately the atoms danced to. "Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" ( if I cannot sway heaven, than I will raise hell) for there is no heaven like here and no hell I wouldn't endure. "Fluctuat nec mergitur"( she is tossed by the waves but doesn't sink) a symbolistic resilience that is admirable.. as our problems root from the mirror tendencies we haven't resolved but peace is the pinnacle of our unfortunate aptness to defragrate our inclinations. This I must meditate upon, and integrate eventually. So we quit burning the seams woven inbetween us and the propensity we once crystallized. At least it's animating as much as alienating. Until next time. Where Namaste relatively seems dimensions away but somehow prevalent. Until we cross again. _ Twins at times feel more intense than intimate.. but I presupposes I'm ready for this hopefully resounding interlude.
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I abhor the clandestine tributaries That seep through the caliginous marrow of us. You harbor ancillary constellations That coalesce unbidden in the atrium of your gaze. Yet no sacramental alignment attends our fractured meridian. The Perpetual Phosphor nested in your iris Still sutures the cartilaginous architecture of my want. While episodic surges of radiance and ruin Dismantle the vestibules of reason I tend, As volition atrophies in absentia. An inveterate antipathy reverberates Across the diaphanous chasm we inhabit, Leaving both vessels laden with spectral residue. Your desultory utterances arrive like lunar tides Where I am conscripted as archivist of our quiet abdication From the sanctified conflagration we once kept. Now the lumen splinters into derelict geometries Of every unwritten augury we forfeited. I trace their vectors back to the cloistered alcove Of your sequestered affections, strewn among the elements Like relics too heavy for absolution. We elect the ephemeral recantation of this devotion Rather than alchemize our indigent terminus. Thus persists the nexus of that sole singularity We once espoused and enshrined. I remain fastened to the loom of your Anatomy, A taxonomy of longing you will not see as I step aside, a bid a goodbye.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
Cartographer of unspoken latitude
we would rather discern a fleeting renunciation than transmute these destitute ends.. but I grasp what needs to be catalyzed in hindsight. I wouldn't trade this execrable disdain that echo through the night, cause you taught me radical honesty.. Surreptitiously as these circumstances engrain, you're teaching me accountability without self flagellation. Persiflage tides that drown these ambition, shows me that our words need to flourish, not erode and to respect your own sovereignty. The Fabrics of our Anatomy and the center point of singularity seems like a blissful illustration that yields us to stop negotiating with ghosts of our past that haunts our desires for this embellishing entanglement. A nervous systematic disposition we have here, a conjunction of eccentricities I still have to decipher. Along with the idiosyncrasies I trace upon the lines of her fragile nature. Abdored and abhored alone the same poles we dance through. As the Incremental waves of beauty and desolate reverberating measures throw my faculties asunder from a structural love, instead of an optional one. Easy to say, the reflection is refractive bound we must learn to adhere to, so I'm done chasing, the dynamic ends as... The adscititious wavelengths that convalesce Innately in her, disposes her complex anatomical snare that once seemed impeded, to realize the root of this dismal length.. but the intense limerence entailed a familiarity that transverse world's that resides beneath those eyes, a reflection Innately the atoms danced to. "Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" ( if I cannot sway heaven, than I will raise hell) for there is no heaven like here and no hell I wouldn't endure. "Fluctuat nec mergitur"( she is tossed by the waves but doesn't sink) a symbolistic resilience that is admirable.. as our problems root from the mirror tendencies we haven't resolved but peace is the pinnacle of our unfortunate aptness to defragrate our inclinations. This I must meditate upon, and integrate eventually. So we quit burning the seams woven inbetween us and the propensity we once crystallized. At least it's animating as much as alienating. Until next time. Where Namaste relatively seems dimensions away but somehow prevalent. Until we cross again. _ Twins at times feel more intense than intimate.. but I presupposes I'm ready for this hopefully resounding interlude.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
Cartographer of twin flames
we would rather discern a fleeting renunciation than transmute these destitute ends.. but I grasp what needs to be catalyzed in hindsight. I wouldn't trade this execrable disdain that echo through the night, cause you taught me radical honesty.. Surreptitiously as these circumstances engrain, you're teaching me accountability without self flagellation. Persiflage tides that drown these ambition, shows me that our words need to flourish, not erode and to respect your own sovereignty. The Fabrics of our Anatomy and the center point of singularity seems like a blissful illustration that yields us to stop negotiating with ghosts of our past that haunts our desires for this embellishing entanglement. A nervous systematic disposition we have here, a conjunction of eccentricities I still have to decipher. Along with the idiosyncrasies I trace upon the lines of her fragile nature. Abdored and abhored alone the same poles we dance through. As the Incremental waves of beauty and desolate reverberating measures throw my faculties asunder from a structural love, instead of an optional one. Easy to say, the reflection is refractive bound we must learn to adhere to, so I'm done chasing, the dynamic ends as... The adscititious wavelengths that convalesce Innately in her, disposes her complex anatomical snare that once seemed impeded, to realize the root of this dismal length.. but the intense limerence entailed a familiarity that transverse world's that resides beneath those eyes, a reflection Innately the atoms danced to. "Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" ( if I cannot sway heaven, than I will raise hell) for there is no heaven like here and no hell I wouldn't endure. "Fluctuat nec mergitur"( she is tossed by the waves but doesn't sink) a symbolistic resilience that is admirable.. as our problems root from the mirror tendencies we haven't resolved but peace is the pinnacle of our unfortunate aptness to defragrate our inclinations. This I must meditate upon, and integrate eventually. So we quit burning the seams woven inbetween us and the propensity we once crystallized. At least it's animating as much as alienating. Until next time. Where Namaste relatively seems dimensions away but somehow prevalent. Until we cross again. _ Twins at times feel more intense than intimate.. but I presupposes I'm ready for this hopefully resounding interlude.
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Unfolding into itself, inviolable in prosaic self-penetration, a boundless repertoire of shape yearns forth surreptitiously from inscrutable amniotes to claim time as its own:   Here a thicket   of sycamores, there a baldaquin     of pinnate branches, yonder       a periphery of marigolds, below         a cacophony of hyraxes, above     the corpuscle of a lynx, the mid-flight    jink of a darting swift and moribund   crawl of a mollusk;      Hymenoptera coaxing      their haploid broods into teeming      life as a cell of the swarm          and viviparous apes cajoling          suckling chimerae at the fathomless          fountainhead of a rosy breast;        Higher still,        Cirrus cephalopods traversing        the trench of sky, dandelions        hitch-hiking the drift of a barren plains'        wavering hum on cockchafers'        forewings and a turbine's        bombinating pulse, the chattering        of roots ravenous for depth -- Jittering bangtails the hallowed echoes of lascivious manes --    inchoate sprout-hood the daedal    nonage of towering evergreens --       the plaintive shrift of elegiac       redbreasts a goad to silent elation -- A likeness unlike      (vocabularies of vertiginous blinds)           (the eyes of ignorance closing)              (the mouth of the mystery)                 that spurns the truth of tongues                      is nature naturing.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Proteus
Unfolding into itself, inviolable in prosaic self-penetration, a boundless repertoire of shape yearns forth surreptitiously from inscrutable amniotes to claim time as its own:   Here a thicket   of sycamores, there a baldaquin     of pinnate branches, yonder       a periphery of marigolds, below         a cacophony of hyraxes, above     the corpuscle of a lynx, the mid-flight    jink of a darting swift and moribund   crawl of a mollusk;      Hymenoptera coaxing      their haploid broods into teeming      life as a cell of the swarm          and viviparous apes cajoling          suckling chimerae at the fathomless          fountainhead of a rosy breast;        Higher still,        Cirrus cephalopods traversing        the trench of sky, dandelions        hitch-hiking the drift of a barren plains'        wavering hum on cockchafers'        forewings and a turbine's        bombinating pulse, the chattering        of roots ravenous for depth -- Jittering bangtails the hallowed echoes of lascivious manes --    inchoate sprout-hood the daedal    nonage of towering evergreens --       the plaintive shrift of elegiac       redbreasts a goad to silent elation -- A likeness unlike      (vocabularies of vertiginous blinds)           (the eyes of ignorance closing)              (the mouth of the mystery)                 that spurns the truth of tongues                      is nature naturing.
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Leaves skitter as shoed feet fall silently, wind clinging at clothes in the death                   of summer.      A once-verdant echo           sighs into place       clouds weigh heavy             warmth is savored                   the grasses die                        instinct stirs. The world dies       to be renewed             in glorious flame,       changing to stay the same.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Wheel of the Year