Tag Archives: consciousness

How Day Works

  Under moon a stimulant limbed but stuttering no shoes flatly on rough thought head upward stacking and unstacking flatted concepts as they fit assuming beyond initial limit dimension like rocks found sorted and read into interlocking risen earth wall … Continue reading

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Ultimately

Are you verified? Has consecration come in the middle of the night to strike you deaf and dumb? Has your head been healed to lengthen your stride? Did you strike a deal with the father of the bride? [chorus] Are … Continue reading

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Outed

stored dark unshadowed unconscious closet strangler door snuck awareness futility upset hung under over whelmed will exposed reluctantly opposed lit skin peeled husk bested revealing wheels I wanted to turn for so many years but feared.  

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Real and Useful

  Everything from electrons to solar systems and horseheads fashioned by convention in stardust is grouped by type. Friends, lovers, salts, metals are raw materials for the similarity machine brought to the mill for prep and processing within our parameters. … Continue reading

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locus pocus

when noon was distracted one place under the influence of concentration becomes first none and then every potential face directed by rays of the sun toward turning into oppositely away what makes after all a place singular is being there … Continue reading

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Halfway Here

Between the realms of altitude and low gliding views and unclenching expanse my sense of singularity turns into a flock of undetermined species of blue. In a mediterranean sort of vale my walk was taken down to scale inner and … Continue reading

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Thoughtlessly Fulfilled

I float about fifty feet out discerning whether memory serves recent purposes while relegating past to degrading past. I must prefer continuing to bob because I am here still serving the most recent purposes only. I am pretty sure doing … Continue reading

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