Stay out of the light. the staggering brilliance of the foliage that spreads out and across the narrow caverns above that govern sweetness derived from light and expect not implore the unreal warmth that suns out of every object youhold a direct influence of your evolution.
A
I Minus/I Choose
About not a lot.
A current come surrounds and knots a lot
Quilted Lends

the floor walk barefoot through the library clearing myself new visions this one hits the light coughing old skeleton
there’s a rainbow cast
She came from a strang\e ship

that had drifted into the sand bar off near the port. It wasn’t a ship so much as a vessel, a container. It wasn’t designed to follow a specific direction or perform precise navigational maneuvers.
9of Sw(roses)ords

wild padlocked depths

Already Seen

t’s not as prophetic/or “visions of a worse future” type of thing that he’s describing but it’s so on point with the lateral time/Re-Programmer thing its uncanny.
Plant Metal
Brawn aqua spreads like ivy radar overcast akin to plural finish. Internal perfume kind, affluent nettle

dreamgun

Treating goals only after
Stampeded against closeddocks .
Prism-dyed ego resides behind coral eyes
Coy plans
islands get rinsed by the sand
Age, a scythe
Atlas, a soul
wildpadlockeddepths
dreamgun
No, no, no. A plastic bird is not burning.
Sagging sculpture heated to a perfect bendability.
It is melting,
Smooshing into other
uninterpretable shapes devoid of concept.
Before erupting into white ash
and flying away as if
from snow.

