without reason to perpetuate...
sing clearly the swansong of your suffering
let it resonate across the dark corridors of your regret
its agony a deep and cleansing richness..
the colour of real. the thickness of always.
imagine a world in which you created precisely what you cast down in the shadow of your idealistic discourse of utopia... imagine it and then recognize youve zero control over evn the most minute of whimsical detail.
every instance is a surprise, an unfolding unto itself,
foretold by no one..
and you are solemn in your quest for resolution i am sure,
but solemn lacks enterprise. its weak in its promise to give life.
Love leans in with forgiving Grace to replace the millennia of suffering with an opportunity for elevation, for re-creation of our species&...
The vision shared by those who stand beside one another, when is it the same? What fosters alignment? Is there opportunity to be separate ...
Hypergraphia, the cure for writer's block + the balance between compulsion and intention, primal urge + cerebral impulse: an active-experiment in understanding.this goes out to the scribes and the smiths, and those with epilisotory hearts and minds full of verse, with stomachs full of synonyms and m...