Surrender and accept in the means of what is yet to be explored
Surrender to yourself, an exchange
exchange of being
What is here is now and time we don’t see but inhabit
Take but give . sit . don’t flee . stand . close your eyes . Feel . it . Sense . it
Days are circles
Skies are glittering
A calm breeze from distant hills
Eating the imaginary landscapes from the inside of our eyelids
Standing in the courtyard awaiting new bees to hum
Come with me, lend my shoulders for a while
Sing and let go
Let’s do it again
Back to back and the dj is a soundscape from
inside the mountains
Let’s do it again
Slow moving is a rare but beautiful act
I think I learned this
Time smells different when you only listen
Dwelling in cycles, like nature wants it
Hesitant . but no there is only yes . and again
Stuff yourself with aesthetic timeless lives
Birds on sticks and maggots are alive
the inside is turning out – a poetic collapse, or
an inevitable merge,
the beauty of new skin
a move out of the orbit, or
becoming a sphere
Where thin strings of eye contact holds in the vomit . turn on the light
It’s our pleasure and strain
Soft fur in a leash
I’m taking it all in
I cry
Did I surrender on the marble floor?
We made wishes to the night sky and drank the blood of the pomegranates
There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt – another cycle and a cold shower
a meal with a veil and new fingers crossing one another
In space, in present, past and the bell
Take it down,
the things I don’t understand
Roll it over to me
Let me touch it for a second
Float and we float together in the absence of time
Infinity, life, magnet, complete
I think I lost it again – what did you say? No I mean not say?
Make the symbol with your hands – I think I had a dream about it
last night
What did we just experience?
Turn around, take it back, take it with you, no stay,
Take your device and smoke and drink and digest
How to digest . how to move . how to time? What is time?
Collecting and unravelling
Blowing out the candle
Placing the egg . a golden sphere that holds time .
a time . less or more . of becoming . holding . letting . go
There is always someone to take care of
You
Gel
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