Wednesday, January 7, 2015


come artist
all forms are known neal
a third member in
a gesture to phi
a golden portion
sun mystics
robing their head in light
infant hearts under carnelian & feldspar
sitting still
present
in seed

  may your souls not remove themselves
  from you
  may your forms live and speak

1352 bce









































Sunday, December 7, 2014

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Sunday, October 26, 2014



 
 
 
charm

neters return

nectars seep

i search the emptiness

one

and him

sun gives night

hair reads light

pears and skin

vapors and wine

fingers and treats

harmony fall

layers in mother pillows

in rose mary white roses

an ocean

dusk drawing

deep

the eye



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Tuesday, October 7, 2014


the difference between levels of tolerance is exponential

almost chakra like

probably so

the sharp rise at the end

on the way back

rich and ascendant

a need to lever and play with planes

then reduce
 

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the only reservation per spirit of az
 
 
























 

Friday, October 3, 2014


 
is the population self selecting
nothing more
its "selection" process
only modified,
most certainly,
by extension cultures

evocations and interreflections
any core process end?

only fast change
without presence
in time or space
intrasystemic
like a sailfin tang hue
adapting to circumstance
nothing more

wanting so
to be a process
one would expect
to be foundational design
source programming
for units
insystem(s)
experienced by you

Atum reclined in the bath of Nun and coming,
came
tem
 




Wednesday, October 1, 2014




volumes in volume
descent into number
       1

in a field of

        2

the further you are from the elements

the longer you can be alone


these are all things we know

because we know them when we sleep
 
 
 
 
 

Sunday, September 28, 2014


warm in the october lights

awake w/o a moon

a home


crying for grass

my dirt and the rocks

to pond my soul

for the nights


a heart

with no name

but a label


in the plastic

old juice

for the chill


 

the 'ties

the runs

pals spinning aflight

and I afloat in leaps
 

to the shore

and my faits

my path to step

dry in the light

wet in aside
 

for here could be a line

here is a stop

o but on a flee