from a distance world, a different space, a dimensional reality
nearby fromwhich ofthen among a linear choice
existing besides the other ina mirror to see
without eyes vision belief prophetic dreams
beyond the line/curve, where the light/matter
meet to be timid chaotic space
endomorphic exothermic induction
stretched thinly fine to infinite timely information
entrangle beneath a veil of social obligation
all nothing of choice as friend to foe
confliction disruption affliction
relational irrational abscurity
uncertain to indeterminiate resovle
upon choice builds predestination
a worldside complexity notshort of sympexity.
where infinitile nonexistant bipural flip
to bot to m

when it matters
does it mean
where it midterm
will it motivate
who it must.

Falling leaf bends space
as it leaves its home place
Gravity holds no more sense
because of its quintessesnce
tangled up in air vacuum
frictionless absurdness

if light be dark
why lose what rights
to step into the silent night.
glass as star light falls
twin pines the river stills
the empty space folds
past a split once whole.
what left is broken
to the wound began
the weary way of dawn.

As moon light dance
behind another
end of darkness
breathes a brother.
a death to birth
the life blood gains
a darker jhin, reborn
within the realms
"to light a night, advice departs
indeed of light, why stare at dark?"

"fore print of pre-past tense rest here,
so close by fear, the whispers too far a near."
through alone
fore sight through
context congress contusion

can cer-t(r)ain-ity be ter(r)-rest-(t)rial with neut-r(e)al di-ploy-man-c(r)y?!
nau-(n)ght

On top, looking down
the world seems so small.
It found what was lost.
In front of the eye
the tears that fog
the lens peers blurry.
Too fast, for eyes to move
with waves that crash
on uneven rock.
Sprouting leers
at a forgotten past,
as dreams collide
of pillows caress,
downing noise
sitting with silence.
In awe fore sight
be sound afar.
A thimble afloat
feats by flights path.
Traught xyla terah
down left behind, yet
aswirl in chaos,
atlas the world has noise.
When why the worth
of price appear so near?

how does it feel to fall in love
when love does works
behind the scenes
amongst the crowd
along the banks of the nile west--
a serpent crawls on land.

Good day, he shouts.
to deaf ears and clouded minds
adrift, a shift, a high raise mist
to light a fall with strength,
it cools the land

a mother awaits the day.
[nuturing her inccubated eggs]