Today is a struggle to write. Normally it just flows out but I feel everything clashing around inside like a broken piano notes plunking off in a sad beat lacking the coordinated effort that is music this piano is out of tune and jostling so many notes at once in time maybe it would sound … Continue reading
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An opening
In a house in the desert, there is a window out to the world. Everyday we press ourselves against it. Drunkenly smelling the scents carried by the arid air. Exalting in the sights this small vantage gives us. Shedding our skin on the wall, in a ritual exfoliation that may jettison us to transcendence. The physical pressing, … Continue reading
Transparency
Our ability to be seen through is, perhaps, our greatest goal. That we have nothing to hide, nor anything to hide behind. All the grand illusions will have faded away… Shadowless, the light that pours in, pours through us to illuminate everything. Nothing is left in the dark and yet there is no shame, no … Continue reading
Winds
An ache comes with the chill on the wind a bitter truth is blowing in through the one window left the others were taken down, or blown out by winds I make at night I called up all my gales, truth’s stripped on the force of their winds we made a big mess, trying to … Continue reading
So perfect and so holy
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