[You must feel] Drawn [open] in one continuous line, arched straight
and perfect like an unfit bow, together, gold delusions of control
“let's light it at midnight” said a vocal chord bent into proportion.
At midnight, somehow, 12 bells rung from a high point,
saved now and always, The name of madme/an, all senses paradoxical figure eight
descent to the land of the dead (turn pages backwards
in time). Loa dance beneath city single unit moving sphere
embers. Accelerate manual body parts, reverse chi breathing
fiction cultivating one place to another, vertical halves of the body
Alternate approach, synthesizer impulse shock wave or chord
(triad) to oblivion point, black/white, grave pelvis balancing image
Schema , equilibrium and lack thereof in chronic time
I am Heart, They are Brain, like a double pendulum kundalini
form, force or function on a higher level of ygg-drasil,
Orgasmic vibrations outside perspective in morphological
structure resonance, ghostly harmonics of gravity systems
Conversations in ash walk, eternity in the present moment
hole breakthrough and still here = solipsist, almost still
christ and reversal heart cave. In and around mother gaia.

Erect posture, controlled subtle body of light
writing the perfect poem dissonant elements beneath the dome,
drifting past vison
My emptiness, the ancient sun of god, the fields of roman-tik wind until
she glows at night, moon streaming down, initiation of the eight-sided coin