(no subject)
Walking
out to
the peer
of my
snake.
Each scale
a lake,
I twisted
was
their fate.
The uber-utterance
Aware in singular of whatever they could pre-sent me with, I trusted them as fear trusts itself. I called fire to warm the rain, which was unaware and symbiotic here. The vocal chord was no more discordance as the ringing of ears, my yelp ran forth like the awkward nakedness of similar incidents, you know.
No jumping superseded it, nor-ever will any leap of the tongue breech that specific intensity.
Song crawled like a creeping vine into every system of measurement attempting it (this abandon); the object before us was the very thing.
Deeper than a thought that originates from the center and bounces along the skull back in on itself. Wider than any combination of affects offered up by the chaos at the base of every foundation, which was unstable in comparison to this basin of help.
Higher than the mind that happened to eclipse within this howl’s singular expression through the mouth beneath that brain, that minded it.
More powerful still than this force higher, wider, and deeper was the will of surrendering the only weapon we had against it; the weapon was our thought that it was us, our thought that we could compete with it like it was one of us or even ourselves, the weapon was our pre-tensious perceptions of it as anything other than that most intimate, intimate to the point of absolute alienation.
To be or To try: thats the answer to the question.
out to
the peer
of my
snake.
Each scale
a lake,
I twisted
was
their fate.
The uber-utterance
Aware in singular of whatever they could pre-sent me with, I trusted them as fear trusts itself. I called fire to warm the rain, which was unaware and symbiotic here. The vocal chord was no more discordance as the ringing of ears, my yelp ran forth like the awkward nakedness of similar incidents, you know.
No jumping superseded it, nor-ever will any leap of the tongue breech that specific intensity.
Song crawled like a creeping vine into every system of measurement attempting it (this abandon); the object before us was the very thing.
Deeper than a thought that originates from the center and bounces along the skull back in on itself. Wider than any combination of affects offered up by the chaos at the base of every foundation, which was unstable in comparison to this basin of help.
Higher than the mind that happened to eclipse within this howl’s singular expression through the mouth beneath that brain, that minded it.
More powerful still than this force higher, wider, and deeper was the will of surrendering the only weapon we had against it; the weapon was our thought that it was us, our thought that we could compete with it like it was one of us or even ourselves, the weapon was our pre-tensious perceptions of it as anything other than that most intimate, intimate to the point of absolute alienation.
To be or To try: thats the answer to the question.