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Sings the alchemy machine, Absolute red shift into blue collusions, Signatures of true undoing attuned the hue translucency, Muse allusioning, light spells only unknowing rainbow achievement begins to turn more than wheels of breath, More than trails of touching in still air, Such a quiet smile, So pure in its questions moving closer to the heart, Polish the taste, For the song bird sings over the garden wall, The same word in faint whispers falls upon, A living alchemy belief, That woke in the crossroads, Filling the wind, With starlight, Floats the unchosen, That took too many chances, That’s what we had in common, When we lost each other, Dimensionless alchemy forgiveness the fugitive of healing impressions, Passes through the glass, Back to haunt the missing piece, Stoke the oven and oxidize the leftovers, Alchemy eyes, loose wheels on the sun, Touched in the vacuum, Wrap silken warmth around shiny surfaces, The first step in a world of the finest hairs, Floating through its own designs, Through the smallest pores, Babylonia freed to dream itself into smooth layers, Each closer to the call between, The exchange of flashes of falling stars, Each one making time, Giving it away to the hidden surface, In tiny wishes Alchemy beats, singing transitioning, forgiving the fixing, Red shift dimensionless hue subtrusion, Muse allusioning light spells of true undoing, Alchemy eyes chasing unchosen intrusions, Polish the taste, tease the fading blue collusion,

long moon light moment

I put them first, I let them speak, I slip into the safety zone, Where a fortune is calling, My deepest layers always at home, I let them leave their laughter, Their games, their dreams, Behind the big black door, In a big black box, Each suspended in its own secrets, Recycling moonlight in empty space, In thinner beliefs, The darkness speaks, A deeper heat, A leaking quotient, Desperate ontology, In the dawn of exposure, Orange flowers floating in an orange sky, Distance is not what it seems, A peaceful ladder, curls around the projector, Around and around, Each rung, bleeding edges, Turn the stain on the screen to steam, Rainbow clouds touch the apostrophe and screams turn the bones flat, In each space between the rungs, the night speaks, Saying “ you’ll find a way,” fingers feed the swinging seeds until their needs turn to rust and rest, Are caught rolling closer to the snake skin simplicity, Tongues drift out of the imprint, Taste the easter seal, the rain drops seeping from the song of implicit experience, All shapes are forgiven, By all the directions between, The buffalo heart in the dawn, Made the most beautiful deal, With diamonds in the treetops, With the softest breeze, Balance sleeping and supposing, To quiet spies holding spores in the open soil. But, for The tearing apart, When the blood flows, From the dark to the heart, Takes on a new form, And I stand still, When I can’t touch the killing floor under my feet, I ride and but I can’t float in the bubbles, When the music reaches into clear blue instinct, Some other knowing embraces the fears, hopes and dreams, And replaces the morning, Becomes host to a new day, In the language of endings, filling the air, And falls over the earth. Circles and circles that never betray,,,