No one cooked in my house of stone

Once you know how to make a good soup its fairly tough to mess it up. Salt, fat, onion garlic – oh! I forgot a vinegar to top her off. No wonder. Learning these things, syncing along these things, once you boil down human particles deep enough there is only One particle that composes usContinue reading “No one cooked in my house of stone”

Valley in winter like a bowl of milk

Grey day, in candor and self I am becoming, each slow moment unrolling, as the thinness of a sheet slept time and time again leaks light, floor to sky all white and glides gentle as a kite I cover the ocean and cloud bank cresting cragged peaks to the open air, now just breath EvermoreContinue reading “Valley in winter like a bowl of milk”

Matter is Energy, all the time. A knifed body bleeds the mind.

You can sense it slipping. The space and breath a mind can occupy, can expand if given proper nurture. It slips at its edges and withers into the abyss of voided matter, without purpose or place, then funneled into the growing mass of tech. This all came from somewhere. All this matter is missing fromContinue reading “Matter is Energy, all the time. A knifed body bleeds the mind.”