"embracing the moon..."

"embracing the moon, birds return to the forest, (young water) black dragon wags its tail"
"...this is real, this is the concern about the lone wolf,"
waxing taxonomical, distinguishing lone wolves from known wolves
catastrophically different present, contingent content, plus appendage,
paradox contained in a vitrine,
Nonetheless seem to believe the danger flows chiefly their way.
only posing as an ideologically sympathetic individual, and to coax, coach, hoax
towards actions
within reality (ongoing (non)linear processes)

making life better through the blood, without seeing,
the evil of another does not make you good
"I crossed the black cat's path. the black cat did not cross my path."

seeds covered in sugar
(first move) With A Roll of the Dice

diagram for an underground fortification placed next to them, speculations about an impregnable fortress,
hiding substantive and deep equivocations, and the bird, with a holographic mask

dry your eyes on me, dry your eyes on me
I wish I could remember the 1st time this happened, or when this first happened (aka youth)
"Melody Attack" initially, like a NoiseFold
In this debate - which we should just call a soliloquy - facts seem to not be listening,
She repeats, "You seem to not be listening."

conspicuous inefficacy, repudiating their own semiological
teaser spoiler, these are all hers
frenzy risqué
fast noise, melody attack,

and then
descent of animals into the valley at night
sonnets of the chimeras are masterpieces of occult
internal momentum, turbulent breakdown, shared universally, like it or not, perspective on the world is reversed (line to circle), formal requirement,
sinister dimension?, something observable, contemporary of Machiavelli,
"the people without land" / "the land without people"

each double-page marking up every illustration with numbered footnotes that explain the objects / details
the line grows
 the intricacies of the joyful early,
sparkling and before the drought.
concealment coming from a place of deep personal reflection

the broken (out)lines of the theater
two on the roof, silence shattered, staccato percussion,
a snare drum being
played as hard and fast as possible, in an otherwise empty, abandoned, wild, or isolated place

flesh in and out of focus
only meeting clandestinely,
equally significant, predestined harmony, on the inside straight, variants of apologia (for burning all the churches, banks, seats of government, etc, (for example))

You don't even know what's happening, yet you're sure you want it to end.
memory makes for a very poor archive...
The opposite of one deep truth is not something which is wrong, but is itself another deep truth.