lines within a strange attractor, the tendency of the minute vibrancy of charges to wander, slithering the circumference like a multitude of saboteurs with no will. . what do i decide of the fire in my belly that urgently desires to be heard? it is my choice to unravel the breath that moves and folds the spherical vortex. […]
you and i, inhabit two worlds, poetic, mundane sacred and profane implicate, explicate moving and static inhale, exhale solid, light high wire walk. am i an event? an actuality? wave or particle, passing or stationary continually being reborn from the zero point field? ontological paradox, what is real? Or true? i inhabit this life harvesting […]