Stranded in a realm strangely familiar
I shield my gaze with my hand and a groan
Escapes. A soft light begins to arc up
And over the horizon, defying
The black logic of this infinite plane
Splitting the universe into two halves.
There are no horizons. Fused with the air,
The cruelest reward for purpose: despair
And total silence, as my voice that laughs
Is snatched away to another refrain
And returned into meltdown as crying.
In fetal parody, my cup offered,
The dawn desiccates my chances for home.
The dormant seed teaches me: NO DEATH HERE



This does not represent any known thought structure
before or alongside it. For one, conditions
would have to be replicated along all levels
and they're not. The colors of my eyes are known to change.

From grayer hazel to a bluer green, it depends on the weather.
Outside, the howling increases through the droning wind
and I can only imagine the creatures stalking the countryside.
It will remain eternally night now that the stars have locked down

In the Universifreeze, Spirit dislocators sent out tangrams
featuring lucid maleficent vibrations tuned to geomagnetic north.
The results are world spun out of control in a frenzy of lust and
battle rage. The echoes still ring throughout the denizen's heads

Spread across the surface of the earth like a tapestry of dandelions,
thoughts captured by the winds of time and tossed sporadically across
the land. Every morning like a parade of gathered pigeons they spread
upward to blot out the sky, shifting shadows into nervous mountains.