Naked fuse.
I've got waves in low places.
The history of the world is always about old money vs.
virtual money.
2 monks looking at the ground. 1 says snake!
The other replies it's just some rope.
The 6th son says neither snake nor rope.
Consciousness?
Pure awareness, awareness reflected in consciousness, and
consciousness
is the holy trinity.
I love the sound of night rain falling on summer leaves.
It smells like evolutionary self-awareness.
news
is to poetry as
is to poetry as
william carlos williams is
to a fourth of july red wheelbarrow
to a fourth of july red wheelbarrow
in the land of silence,
evolutionary self-awareness
is intent upon apocalyptic words...
evolutionary self-awareness
is intent upon apocalyptic words...
Matty told Hatty, Ouroboros, Ouroboros, Ouroboros!
As on the extreme altar of consciousness,
I burn my sacred eyes—
for an eye can never see oneself.
mountain laurel sand
dunes leaves of grass california
dreaming creation deconstruction shiva
shakti shiva tech-tonic shifts of manifestation
Open field. Insert self.
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