the resultant offspring

the resultant offspring (bright white, wish for her own cottage, and acknowledgment in the morning, before bed)
ambitious new talents
faceless conspiracies vs. great dictators
heuristics
a ventriloquist who hears voices
bare ruined choirs, where late, the sweet birds sing

(something that is not form) & Form
fusion synergy
master plan flexible
imagination without end (limit)
using magic as their entry-point
magical, incomprehensible area of radically other space, an enigmatic (and dangerous) space of otherness

intensifying noncoincidences,
transcends mystical tigers in the silence of the night,
...in which a post-civilized Earth offers only the most abundant and riotous purely organic imagery, the cultural and artificial having long since vanished.

There is nothing to match the splendor of the Sun's red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!
"Their exuberant and wild fecundity promised the inevitable victory of nature — a nature which is fertile, democratic, and free.  Nature has never seemed  more beautiful than in her destruction of tyranny!"

a spider (lithe, quick, thin and black) is captured with a slip of fine paper and a cocktail glass and released onto the grave of a fish, uncontested champion

analogous moments of mystery, narrative rather than descriptive,
meaning synchronous with experience,
banner waving
the animal holding its plumage up into the wind

gratuitous complication of existence, right?
complications of fusion, participatory fantasy, this reference is no less confusing,
Sequence of events designed to be as unintelligible as possible
until ultimate conspiracy revealed? noting the opposite, in the frozen and chaotic results, the landscape itself speaking a kind of glossolalia.

becoming dematerializing
refrangible
Prudent Miracle
(an outlaw and surrounded by impenetrable mystery...)
salubrious Janus
indestructible magnanimity,
the front of the stage, from where the figures speak, is plunged into darkness, and the space from where the figures come into the frame, light and attention focused,

even in a gesture or a wink, everything is calculated yet swift and instantaneous
Apparently, therefore, the so-called protagonist discovers something which we know already, within a cognitive & puzzle-solving form where we ourselves come to learn something new.
(In joy we learnt the secrets of the wild.)

a self that hasn't been touched before
strata, softly, precisely, then one atop another, a very large space, another layer remembered, tying up, together, loose ends

they drift towards destruction at the South Pole, which they imagine as an open spinning vortex of eternity, its walls of ice "a gigantic amphitheater, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness and the distance."
this only endures a few days or a few weeks or a month,
the roaring circle of ice
— or, like a volcano; drawing magic circles in the soil, pouring perfume in the fire, and spinning the pentacle,

the composite passion is somewhat more obscure, attempting, as it is, to name something of which we are not conventionally aware currently
illicit commingling of material and enthusiasm
deepening gulfs between the worlds, canyons, a breathtaking dive into
nothing is really the stage of human habitat
dramatic conclusions
drastic conclusions

[which can only be appreciated when read after midnight "in the house of an amiable woman" while holding a print illustrating the structure held in one's hand.]

"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.

shadows advancing... for gh

shadows advancing from the Rocky Mountains
...despite being fateful agents
lower portions painted
Well before the snowfall (their curves are glazed), with (the most beautiful, elaborate, intricate, ornate) frost
from so close up
to discover its totality, and the new arrangements of its mass

the barking dogs introduce the possibility of awakening
Fourteen identical gods, moving outward in the fourteen directions.
from the center remaining there as they continue

topped by long poles
which ended
in waving black flags
atop an ancient musical instrument
superimposed onto a vessel/ship made of stone

penance of forever darkened
"...then you can get both, or pulled apart."
can't completely overcome the worry, phantom talons
Grand Owl's habitat

"Any mistake I ever made was an accident. Every mistake I ever make is an accident. Every mistake I ever make will be an accident."
she had a pretty beard
her first scream (remains, still) the white-hot blade of a lightning bolt right in front of the eyes of all the birds in the woods.
"It really hurts and it never stops."

on again the night before,
hail, heavy rain rings all metal as a bell, home is right behind

teeth all green, all red, all white
all this milk. one in red, singing song of the day's measure
one in black, mostly, singing in the dark history of the night, if we are right here

becoming feverish
Blood faded by the sun from red to gold
gradient through and including fruit colors, faced with such a spectacle

"Her belly is the whole harvest,
her torso bursts into fireworks from her arched back, (modeled on a swallow's two wings)
sing and float perfumes...Her hair"

subtle terrain,
black dome (of night)
From some earlier point
two points nearer one another
subtly from the scale of themselves
and dramatic from the scale of the surface of said sphere
from here the reach of the celestial hunter extends,
This Arrow
on the Painter's imaginary window
which opened up endlessly repeating vistas, baffling at first glance

whose large flowers fascinated her
on waking
there's a star that quivers
and then immediately and ferociously avoids all that seeks
hunger for the love that she lusts for, knowing each aspiration

...looking as though the flame has swept over all of them...
(Orange)
the word symphony has been used
it will always remain essential to an emotional appreciation of the monument

many animals caught in the same net at the same time; birds and fish and ...
an unknown light
curious contrasts, antiquarian research, in high snowy mountains  (tar, lava, chalk, larva)
umbrella spire and inner axis

snails gorging themselves on fruit
Hares & bells
"I don't know why I feel this way.
Is that okay?"
one must discover its causes
pointing the finger
an advertisement?
inadvertent cacophonies,
impossible to recognize, the emotion one would imagine such news would evoke
Reaction on the scale of the event, vague and increasing with time
the uproar mounting with an abundance of contortions, in the corners

held between what we should and what we will
When the wind blows uphill
an the river flows down hill, rapidly
what profane interpretation confines itself to, after all.

"don't move"
branch bears their weight, graciously stripped of the more delicate foliage, twigs and this years growth
reaching low and long, bowed by being pulled to the ground