"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.

35th - T

Towards solitude Across nothing Emerges out of the oblivion of the distance We very quickly lose track of just where that truth exists With nothing to rely on except her instincts Brave mysteries contest Suddenly this Winter (She is) one of our most extraordinary Interlude (supple, sublime) a seed beneath the snow Many thank (you)s Reddish dark The center of the universe Descends below Inevitably ends / inevitable ending Bold & ambitious Claws Hammer Roses Shovel Scent Nose, nose, nose Maskless Always something... Staring Paradise Portrait of her among the flowers Ballad Imaginative possibility Present-tense Inescapable dilemmas Teeth A very long rope Sarcophagi Sincere praise (The story doesn't matter.) space around time between Sudden isolation "What might get us somewhere?" by the river (on the other side of the river) Close to the spirit Animals sadly attend All previous discussion (a printed reproduction of an ancient mask) Drifts into abstraction... Fossil "Is it here?" Dissection Appreciate what's difficult Amorous birds of prey Combinations of solutions Perhaps even deeper At the very bottom Where secrets are guarded Central cores Cacophonous Magnified disintegration Demonstration of strength always something to devour Flare of unbridled fury (into) something perpetual Crafting of fierce scenes Irredeemable If you don't... Try to remain The end (is unrecognizable) Wooden weapons In the year(s) of the comet In that year it was ignited In that year it was buried Underscored Instability "Great things are born of great struggles!" Tower as a vortex Its execution presented another level of challenge Vividly Vivify Great flesh explosion Chandelier One night of queen Confessional Please care (distanced/bloodless "He's a liar!") Making secrets out of what nobody wants anyway Periscope, Telescope, Microscope He was not forgotten. a box containing (placed directly atop the tailbone) Wild oaths Sustained and extensive attention Absorbed from the atmosphere Secret creature Beneath the table Beneath the chair Under the stairs Masculine flowers Lightning Thereafter Please answer my letter Mineral fruit A bearded god Until finally Terribly straightforward Entrance of the canal (the channel) "Everything I say is abstract." "I'm warning you This is my last existence." March through the illusion "...like flaring candles that a mysterious wind blows out..." brick, barbed-wire, & young horses the cults worship whatever they want ritual shapes, from the forge space without fear of punishment invisible repetition “We express our existential self…” the operations are without mistake, denial to be observed primetime dancing there no brief trauma deadwood, a very small temple carved there (avarice) apple shovel arrowhead in the grass all dead ends, a depression remains after the deposition a very brief death a path appears, they followed both hands atop their heads using fingers to open eyes very wide Salt Dust Snow SALT DUST SNOW

24th

Inevitably into the sky
hid the vessel, between, and everything changed color, opening, opened outward, awakening & salivating. Singing without limits. And there were no limits to anything.
"you're not god or a monster"" the Shaman taunted
They stood, wandering
"I'll burn your goddamn house down!"

the green lasted long through until near august, before even a year had passed they claimed to know, but no flag could be plantedthere,
The young man planned in the dark, deep red designs, and from beneath the root, nothing light about him or them
She understood the basics, and from there the immeasurable, she came here too,
"don't speak, put your head on my shoulder
Worry, fireworks goingoff allover the planet, effecting the weather, the clouds and precipitation, kerosene heaters, even in California, grabbing a hummingbird out of the honey.
Astronomical and cosmic conditions incorporated into them,

Minus more a few inches, shaken in the fever and the glow
Pulled tightly, rhythmically and flush to the curve. Aside the stretch
Nothing to cover the legs ennobled by the Sun
The breeze moves her bright hair all the waydown the valley, a very special river
Deeply withinto the black water
The raging seas will always sleep, even in the rain, for a century or more, standing in the dark deep black
Shrieking across the firework phenomenon, she told him how close he was, and how to remedy, when astray
The dog was not to return
where it could continue, they entered momentarily, then out again from the abandoned structure, snake's spine
Through the long street, ever-present, long enough to always be there, moving fast enough to never gather dust, later this serpent will meet the unmovable stone...
Unsurpassed and unrivaled, occupying all the western miles

bestowed and gifted, insofar as was ever possible to form a sphere in the square
By reaching her hand through and letting herself out, having not met him when he first came, or the second,
exhale while watching time, minimum of five minutes
Beyond (the woman woman watched twice, traveling south then traveling north, "nobody saw the things we do") ...slept in a tent beside the work, running messages hoMe
Oasis zones bordering, there were no boundaries to time...
Damp walls and tectonic shifts, warbling of the background, "it would be great to get aid of different ethnic groups, different races and ladders, roots of Teeth and shards"
Opened and deepened with understanding, obsidian cloud don't watch it too close, up close, the gate is guarded! "dont forget."
how was the valley then?
Hand in the thick dust, "she ever births and ever destroys," in totality said the hand in the dust, "Time and space fall abandoned!"
Street preachers reporting from beyond the pale,
Then ascends above her head but herfingers remain in knots beneath it, And the moonMoon above all of that even
"flesh all amesh"
"Do the signs of the End Times become more & more obscure? More complex and specific? More personalized and symbolic? Esoteric or less? Violent and vicious and appropriate to the sin?"
She replied in haste, " May or October dr.?" with the black wolf at the backdoor and the luminous kite in the night sky...

Who was it that reminded them of everyone? The water that exists in milk
He kept on forgetting, and consequently remembering the
Immemorial
He carried a sword,
A golden window, dawn, trampled upon arrival

b.
The separation of observation from preconception, not the mirror or the hologram, a pack of wolves rather, with all of you in their mouths, opened toward the sun
a cure for what ails ya, even the strangers, even in haste and disregard
The mother made him who she had to be.
a draGon killer who had dreamed if sainthood, unfound, even now, suspicious of the colosseum his hands flexed, she was fantasizing
She learned not to look again, even if looked and even if banners waving, flickering in a strong wind

Hands clasped in shelter, measurement of the arch,
"man's dream is civilization & gods dream of wildness and what of women's dreams?"
"neither can know"
Defeated by his dog, barking intohis ear
One then the other, with force
The change she knew must come sometime
Unfastened, "would you like some?"

The yarn had looked better as yarn than it had as a scarf, wrapped
Wrapped around to conceal, a vital organ carried in a handkerchief
Ore (metal silver iron steel copper gold platinum titanium lead...)
Surrounded by a tree-tall forest of enemies, "suddenly I noticed it wasn't Spring anymore."
At night in the dark dressed all in black