immanent non-transcendence of vacuous virtue i await the injection of your saccharin a cheap substitute that feeds me so i don’t have to eat myself i claim meaning for myself as if i am the sun rationality of the spirituality of me fragility of my self-divinity structural eminence plurality of reality where if something can be anything; it is nothing the spirits we chase reflect ourselves stewing in our hot tubs of moral superiority on the cusp of belief and non-belief nihilism

You can fully breathe without me for three hours kissing statues' sleeves, collecting western flowers. I'm an iron ball, so heavy when you're leaving. And summer turns to fall with rains pouring rhythm. I cannot gently step, The gritting edge of iron Comes grinding on my nap In sullen heaths of Byron. Reachless bamboo tree, you build walls in one dawning. I pull just breaths of three counting yours till morning.

he was a meteor burning hard against atmosphere his orbit decayed planetary gravity well descent memories trailing away personality ablation mesospheric vaporization sonic boom heartbeats soul flare sol mimicry momentary hypersonic arc of light one last middle finger salute to the endless void night

we went to war for all the right reasons so we were told when the war ended what changed? a brother died a sister died parents died children died uncles died aunts died grandparents died broken minds survived cities and forests burned the land remained a border changed a very few got very rich and restarted the clock again

The dawn's surmounted 8 thousand miles transcending scents of lotus through my window. And you don't answer still, my love unmild, and I am staring at a corner like a widow. I cannot catch my breath, it's rare and helpless. I got my heart being oppressed by fever. And you don't answer still, my fox cub careless, and all my thoughts 'bout you come ill in quiver. Today your Sun has not emerged through distance leaving its morning warmth to foreign souls. And you don't answer still, my whole existence, and I still wait for you playing my role.

"I can see your face in my eyes" - You say to me as the stars are in fog. I want to cover your Italian cries With my most loyal kisses of a dog. Your collarbone is my sacred altar. I'm falling on my knees to pray For coming across as a part of Your big international way. Your eyes are deeper than the night That sparkles secretly in gold. I wish it sparkled the same bright When you get pretty old With me.

Mountain speaks slowly no one generation of us hears the full story its voice the cracking ice in the Spring the hum of wind through the trees a roar of the falls gentle babbling of streams raging scream of summer fire the chatter of stones on the skree Mountain is not an alter symbol or geology it breathes sustains a community including me

Alice in the mirror chews the red flesh of the pig imbas forosnai sees leaves blow away from the tree the wind carries her cloak away branches her bones remain fibonacci symmetry Amergin’s song she hums becoming wind on the sea am tond trethan am fúaim mara her wings unfurl as a hawk from a cliff leaps to plow the clouds

To be free is inside thee Its never been anywhere else. It's the choices that you make Which Will make the world you live in. Imaginations pen is unlimitless !

I believe it's fine It's okay I can grow another day I believe I can stand Without shaking I will not fail when making Something new Something I knew I can do But I'm still scared. AH.