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Luna Hoof Heart

The moon afloat a perfect pitted sphere

 

Yearning, a / this yearning indescribable

          constantly contracting/releasing       

 

and you, us, adventure, it is

and this amorphous cabal, our hearts pulsating joy

pain

 

new life, new life

 

Indifferent, indescribable, imaginal

 

liminal fantasy, not spell,

 

told a game, we spun, spin, outwards, we

Nuclear fusion reactors, we

strange meat adaptors

we suffering, growing, growing, shrinking…

To ~

To just for once find a way to

tell you

but what? My notion that

this work, this

hurt us?

This

a process, which is Love

If you trust it it can happen

It can

flow, better

you with it

If you trust it hurts less, like still a heavy flutter sting…

Do I trust it?

 

Who are these beings? Is it a bet?

That stupid? That funny?

 

Are you ?

 

What is the dimensionality of imaginary space?

Does the moon hold specific indifference for Kesh?

Does he know how I love him?

Energy, energy

particle flitters between hands

It’s all

 

An explosion of hearts, stars, an explosion in US.

 

I want you to know it is still dragging on me, but love is the thing that heals it.

 

The giraffe is the moon. You are liminal starlight

 

I know you when you

Wings like rooks,

Hanging amorphous nothing space

Gentle light, endless power ripped from me, shaking

all over

simple words, trust, guiding hand in the dark.

 

I hate to see my friends suffer.

Were we ready for this? It happened.

 

still just broken winged birds learning to fly, forever

Interdimensional space travel

is our game, the Hove Space Programme

is our name.

Make a weapon, use it.

 

We grow, we love, we be

Love is a many splendid thing

 

The process is twists and turns

It lies, it has to…

it does not exist

Can there be such a thing

as cosmic friendzoning?

 

Sure can feel like it sometimes

 

(, softly, softly) I don’t suspect so...

 

I remembered what a world without love was like

I didn’t like it

Love, the web

Love, the mycelium

chatter, pulses, courses

Love the rip cord: yearning, being, tugging,

tidal

Love, the everything, the nothing of it all

Love

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