and what of

today i move slowly in one direction, toward shy charge and horizon blurred, slow flowing arrangements of ripple water pillows, indigo mind gap open blow across vast astral extraction, flabberghastly masques
tired of the illegitimate quo, the projected estimate of the estimation, a destitute emancipation, look at me, blood moves through trees

i am a slow wave pushing the shore back
soon all wishes granted
wounded soularflare
stare down at your read neckless
kiss me in the epithelial
as if i didn’t know where to look
kiss me in the epithelial

staring forever leading me astray, teach me how to perceive, how to handle damage, how a question moths into an answer, what wall is this held up by its own steam
put my head on the stove and call it a home, i reach for the stars but dive for the ball and eat spaghetti sandwiches so what, the invigorate son lives a life of ideas

i am a slow wave pushing the shore back
soon all wishes granted
wounded soularflare
stare down at your read neckless
kiss me in the epithelial
as if i didn’t know where to look
kiss me in the epithelial

don't give me a pardon give me love like brain damage struck by the electric gut punches of life the confrontation is heavy, fallen apart outside, no means of adult communication everything is god or code

i'm trying to tell you something,

i am a slow wave pushing the shore back
soon all wishes granted
wounded soularflare
stare down at your read neckless
kiss me in the epithelial
as if i didn’t know where to look
kiss me in the epithelial

don't give me a pardon
give me love like brain damage
unwielding unfolding trauma to water,
the resistance we feel as our bodies are being pulled between between epiphanic worlds, but what of worlds, what world could there be but this one
the densities the planes the realms the boyanseas!

and what of this
forever, how could it be that we are stationary in time
nonlinear love in this dimensional counterwave,
the largeness finds us even in our homes where we hide from left turns and counter catastrophe with balancebeams

a fair wind blows to the best part of the ocean, a moon faintly wanes on some other magnetismus of stealth
teetering on the edge of the wind, will less defined, truly divine