object permanence
walk vile extradition the morning stroll into the essence face the unpleasant my face is obscured by the fog in the dark the dark of the fog the stark landscape stare at it all embark on a fall a journey through tall grass gracious tasks tasks to learn reverse asks answers find the root raise out the dirt with the seeds we have sown flee off this earth nomadic home completion zones we’re not allowed in out of here into there spirit split refuge realm reverse engineer find the reason energy reversal disperse remnants of self become intangible pivot output input opposite incongruity coincidence the realm of coincidence one step from intent bending a will flexibility nurturing a will love nurture flourish flower a flower on a plant with defense mechanisms Venus fly trap chlorophyl we’re safe here raising a skeleton to maybe grown skin becoming history pulled out of the ground dinosaur bones ancestry fossils antique chosen way ancestry bloodline cleanse family as a platitude avoiding crying alone no-one sees me distrust in ideas absence of trust we choose the choice free will way of being way of dying blurred vision sight obscured something’s in the way no-one’s excluded no-one’s excluded together as many many as one one as nothing nothing as everything everything in nothing Even me? yes even you. even land as far as eyes can see the terrain ebbs and flows the undercurrent the tectonic plates falling into the momentum a surfer a skater dropping into the bowl trust fall of time to find to find the path again even after wandering to follow a creek its a noble pursuit it’s all here all we have you all you. love for us love for them the transience of strife the transience of peace transience fleeting fleeing knowledge of self fleeting what’s a day to a night? what’s a night to a day? what’s time to the sky? what’s time to anything? it’s all ebbing and flowing following trajectories tracing the tapestry with my finger the stitching the train is here it’s time to go will I be homesick? to explore conjurer legerdemain the tricks we do on ourselves the playing along the illusion sorcery being the source the source outside of being the discourse the path the way the weight the wait in conversation in contemplation inhale exhale begin again and again and again the end to the beginning the beginning to the end follow the birds maybe there is peace for me somewhere peace whispering to me to keep on going the yearning the longing longing to belong follow the impulse the undercurrent thats present it’s a miracle we’re alive staring at the wind into the lineage of dust the pollen on a windshield and the erosion of all we see the desire for an end disconnect the conversation reflects refracts into out of into out of into the out out of the in sounds skin goosebumps the window we look out is made of glass