if you walk before you crawl, you crawl before you die.
the pale, the white and the round.
roots of the capillary in soil.
A sheet of mercury measuring all change -
under my feet.
heat on a rise and fall fluctuation,
extremes with everything ripe and on the sleeve,
sewn in and central to the attention.
numbness and nihilist, but colorful.
There are the trials that arise.
refracting, the most uninhibited glow of angels.
armies of them, waist-deep in the swamps of a southern tundra.
drenched with black mud, encrusted by parasites.
leeches lining limbs and lobes, every orifice,
finding their paths through your cranium.
bone and rock, they dig with no break-point,
jaws of faith and survival, you are just the obstacle.
to climb high and slither between is to create your own sacrifices.
Over time, lacking patience, when the twine has been stripped
the last fiber, it cracks, send the masters of tight-rope walking
diving toward the earth. Gravity at their side whispering words of beauty and deception.
But in the free flight, we find our weightlessness and our loss of reality doctrines.
To believe, to forget the ties and the ruptures.
Receive the paradox with your pupils dilated at length, the abyss.
All of the lights are fluorescent, every shade of red is incandescent, the depth of blue is infinite.
The spiral and the fractal, insanity and the patterned numbers that form the jigsaw of perception.
Revive the loves and lay to rest the hatred for anything that may seem like it has meaning.
Revive the lovers. They are the mystery that sits just far enough in the crevice to go unseen.
And the engine drives, the pistons attack explosions and repel from iron cavities.
Penetrating the unwillingness of limitation brought on by outside forces.
Transcendence is a probability amongst possibilities with the collaborations of energy.
Projectiles toward the stars that journey toward the monolithic moon.
Taking smaller steps the closer they come just relax and breathe, to take the moment.
Stepping outside the walls that once scolded you into stagnance to embrace the flight.
Levitation toward the heavens not predicting or assuming the product of it all.
Progress is inevitable for the mind, if passion is a frequent visitor.
Then there is judgement, in the favor of open minds.
I have forgotten the last time it was spoken.
I forgot the last time the thought left my mouth.
In the form of words that maintain structure.
To stabilize the imbalances of a tortured soul.
With the empathy of my own tribulations.
The warmth is a mammoth of a language.
It helps you exhale butterflies,
when you take in nothing but machines.
Morphing cast metal into organic symphonies.
The elegance of a transparent hand, holding unconditionally.
The comfort of self dismemberment and ascent,
Toward a zenith of hopes replaced by truths.
roots of the capillary in soil.
A sheet of mercury measuring all change -
under my feet.
heat on a rise and fall fluctuation,
extremes with everything ripe and on the sleeve,
sewn in and central to the attention.
numbness and nihilist, but colorful.
There are the trials that arise.
refracting, the most uninhibited glow of angels.
armies of them, waist-deep in the swamps of a southern tundra.
drenched with black mud, encrusted by parasites.
leeches lining limbs and lobes, every orifice,
finding their paths through your cranium.
bone and rock, they dig with no break-point,
jaws of faith and survival, you are just the obstacle.
to climb high and slither between is to create your own sacrifices.
Over time, lacking patience, when the twine has been stripped
the last fiber, it cracks, send the masters of tight-rope walking
diving toward the earth. Gravity at their side whispering words of beauty and deception.
But in the free flight, we find our weightlessness and our loss of reality doctrines.
To believe, to forget the ties and the ruptures.
Receive the paradox with your pupils dilated at length, the abyss.
All of the lights are fluorescent, every shade of red is incandescent, the depth of blue is infinite.
The spiral and the fractal, insanity and the patterned numbers that form the jigsaw of perception.
Revive the loves and lay to rest the hatred for anything that may seem like it has meaning.
Revive the lovers. They are the mystery that sits just far enough in the crevice to go unseen.
And the engine drives, the pistons attack explosions and repel from iron cavities.
Penetrating the unwillingness of limitation brought on by outside forces.
Transcendence is a probability amongst possibilities with the collaborations of energy.
Projectiles toward the stars that journey toward the monolithic moon.
Taking smaller steps the closer they come just relax and breathe, to take the moment.
Stepping outside the walls that once scolded you into stagnance to embrace the flight.
Levitation toward the heavens not predicting or assuming the product of it all.
Progress is inevitable for the mind, if passion is a frequent visitor.
Then there is judgement, in the favor of open minds.
I have forgotten the last time it was spoken.
I forgot the last time the thought left my mouth.
In the form of words that maintain structure.
To stabilize the imbalances of a tortured soul.
With the empathy of my own tribulations.
The warmth is a mammoth of a language.
It helps you exhale butterflies,
when you take in nothing but machines.
Morphing cast metal into organic symphonies.
The elegance of a transparent hand, holding unconditionally.
The comfort of self dismemberment and ascent,
Toward a zenith of hopes replaced by truths.