making plans for forever.
what are you doing on friday?
not sure.
let me check my planner.
08.29.02.
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making oneself immortal.
making oneself immortal.
just yesterday you thought, you thought you were
becoming a god.
but never came back as a whole. where did you leave
your self?
until remembered, all remain anonymous.
01.29.01.
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in third person.
in third person.
I.
could.
should.
and would if
was.
did.
had but.
can.
is.
has.
does.
will?
II.
everyone’s
a person trying to be,
but is anyone
the person they’re dreaming to be?
07.29.02.
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god and its physics.
god and its physics.
time is slow, hesitates to come as sleep does the same.
in dreams, one is unaware of energy.
in space, one is unaware of gravity.
in here,
am unaware of
me.
motion is
ever going, never stopping,
and
will deposit our souls
into a universal consciousness.
escape velocity
into god’s secret city.
07.10.02.
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filaments.
filaments.
what’s left? chemical reactions?
moments one intends to forget?
how simple, does it get? before
it can make sense-
the movement of energy.
will anyone master the art of seeing,
or reach an understanding of being?
love travels through invisible luminous fibers,
or so the universe whispered
during an ancient conversation.
06.17.02.
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everything re:turns.
everything re:turns.
love long gone.
fell into, fell over,
tears drowning,
but yet still, an angel
does whisper, “heaven’s arms
do await to embrace.”
as love returns
in her tender image.
09.10.02.
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amongst heavenly bodies.
amongst heavenly bodies.
if the sky decides
that it’s better for the stars to
disappear, then i’ll make sure
to leave with them, (to live with them).
2000.
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easy breathing.
easy breathing.
amongst heavenly bodies
everything re:turns
filaments
god and its physics
in third person
making oneself immortal
making plans for forever
on the belief in travel
plain truth
registering into/info
short term memory
song for the return to nature’s love
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your gods versus mine.
your gods versus mine.
your gods are weak and dying inside, but mine are
strong and growing around.
yours allow ignorance while mine open minds.
yours demand faith, mine suggest i reject it.
you seek salvation, i just need a guide.
yours turn you a disciple of false idols, pimping your
prayers, forcing you to pray to him, mine lets me
just speak to it.
yours, omniscient, doused under the scent of salty
tears, wars, and blood and blood and blood.
and your gods are burning while mine is just being,
being born and reborn with each breath.
yours exist in sacred texts, mine in the whisper of the
wind, eternal.
09.23.01.
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true faith.
true faith.
poetic ethnography::incantations
poetic ethnography::incantations
10.22.01.
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