inky veils,
but
waiting like a rock.
my mind
feels it is essential
to dye my thought-ponds
the kind of blue
that hurts to watch:
winter-chill,
and even the sun
is as cool
as a mirror.


The ArchitectHe said pupils dilateThe Architect
when you are in love my eyes are swollen night flowers in open bloom: black throats, inky bells, the raven hair of angels.


MirrorsNew bitumen: angler fish on crows scale and feather, the weeping ink of a black spell.Mirrors


Amphinome Complex IIHe set standards high, Ill be alone forever: Daddys girl, always.Amphinome Complex II
Summer

I Think You May Have Lost This I Think You May Have Lost ThisI Think You May Have Lost This
i would ask of you, this self embodied sorrowtrack with hopeful promise
for false prophets
yesterdays and tired tomorrows
beyond what you have memorized
remember that dream which always you have
held fast inside a hull of skin b
Night moon
--
The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
--
"Spirituality means waking up, Many of us, even though we don't know it, are asleep. We're born asleep, we live asleep, we marry in our sleep, we breed children in our sleep, we die in our sleep without ever waking up."
De Mello'
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