"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.

talk to yourself
look at the view
run around naked

no. 1
yearnings for height and depth meet and merge.
agile magnetism of the flower, the dream of union is born in the image of a new seed.
fruit of long experience
subtle distinct shifts
differences in + of scale

Nothing in the castle
(building someone else's tower.
& the center(s) of the universe)
"They arrived one after the other in succession..."
they so far unknowing, yet an
introduction to what awaits us in the future.
"Let us take the last 25 years, just a quarter century — and recall what conquests in the sphere of human technology have been accomplished before our eyes — ..."
Even if you meditate on those far-off days when the sun will cease to shine and all forms of life die out upon the Earth, nevertheless there is still plenty of time before us.
"ancillary or destiny
it is my fate"
(what we wish while waiting)
revving up the engine

no. 2
everything electric and / or motorized is expendable
capillary action, how far ? an inch and a half or four and one half centimeters
share the whole feast between them, feet first, head first
seconds, moments, same...
if we could meet, on many mornings
see her there
example;
afterthought (as if the outcome could be other)

no one had thought of this before then, anything so bad, now we know they have

watching the traffic, even unto autumn,
another, larger animal's full set of teeth, within my mouth, and an entirely new diet. you must find your niche.
more than 30 years since then
and I still don't know
if it is all my fault...
that I had no way of knowing
permanence (and affect )
final always, "it will be the only one..."
The above is not fiction.