it's as if revelation could heal

a thousand lilac words, a howl of despondent release

Your comrades are the dervish orchid, the raptured wasp, the singing dragonfly: let this howling wild metamorphose our derelict modern soul into something primal and true

we wash our sacred hands with the poetry of a distant storm and lean into the forgetting

the geometry of warm earth and wanton escape. can you feel the heat of flight in ur ancestral beating heart? we live as a kaleidoscope of need, as a bird without wings. we speak wordless & lost

building a white forest from the smoke of parallel ideologies

More desolate plain than wind-torn crag

Erase the boundary walls of the imagined self. There is no perimeter.

Nostalgia for the immediacy of emptiness

Dissembling the quiet corners of us

A scatter of lilac birds in the leaf-dream of our rainbowed tomorrow

who comes to this ghost house and gently tries to lay their lies, like offerings, at my translucent little feet

if only i felt as beautiful as the sky

revelations like moon clouds born of jewelled wasps

your eyes tightropes above a sensuous abyss

Stages of capitalism: Corporate capitalism Vulture capitalism Guttural wolf howl capitalism Death cult capitalism Apocalypse capitalism

Relinquish blue-petalled sorrow, scatter imagined poetry on lilies of memory, weave new textures in the smoke-dreams of your deft autumnal breath

it's how the static erupts into dumb volcanoes of heroic emotion when you're here

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of course i wear my softness like a crown u dumb motherfucker