[air, sight, ray of light] Zrak is a ray of sunshine. The Sun, its parent and source, is always there. Zrak moves quickly and playfully around. Its being is warm and light. It brings time and space with it as it goes. Zrak fell on the surface of water. Zrak’s…

Welcome, my love. We are THE WAVE beaming out at ∞ΩΩ ⊕Ω∞ ⋏⊙۵ m/s to an infinite field of possibility.   Born into form, a dance of particle, a charm of matter. We sing, we breathe, we love, we connect through a plane, of all that is orderly and coherent…

Vibrations in air, the warmth expands the unspoken longing. Glue that enchants spaces between.   We move from particle existence to loosen grip, the hard understanding of reality. Each conscious act unpicks the molecular. ● ∘      ◌ ∴      ⋮ ⋯     ≍ ≋ ﹏ We become The Wave…

They walked slowly down the corridor streets, eyes looking ahead for the edge of the land. Dying embers on charred wood still smoking, cracking between curled fingers. Both the city and night, quiet. Two figures black against a growing ocean. A long breath, ribs, shoulders, chest, rising and falling across…

The rain lashes, the wind whips, many damp people groan and tut at the audacity of a wet winter. A journey; a long one with bags of objects that would be considered entirely surplus. We arrive and are left in the absence of tension. The scent in the air is…

From a severed point painfully gently venerable hoar drops shades of rime splinter of opaque written words unmoor   Timer

step by step by materialize fully in everything you do in order to materialize dream into reality step by step i wasnt prepared for the amount of suffering that erupted from eyes step by so i kissed one of them but what i felt more was the seperation felt between…

the seams concern me I look for the seams though I know finding them will destroy me there are no doors only curtains and insinuations of portals. do I dare map home, do I dare map my dreams? every object I turn objects which constitute this universe the blocks Today…

The strength from standing with our society on the staircase while people gathered. The weight of the golden eggs, a surprise to many. The sound eccoing from the walls, enclosing us. The veil, feeling more and more familiar. The hugs and tears from strangers, preciously given to me. – FC/CF…