The kind of home splace invasion sectored out by instinct and your words cutting through ice like butter,
fantasy space, fantasy animals
we know and the questioning reality is exactly why we followed this path,
but what is the path itself?
Get back on it. Get back on it.
It bleeds and suckers to//read accounts that are all too human and
one knows their closeness, sensed in physical space of mind,
in physical space of body
Does exist out~~
Where reality is made and….
Tell ourself a bundle of kindling tails, get lost in the undergrowth,
screed to (distant)screaming.
You also told me this would not hurt me
Or at times stayed quiet on the subject
You also implied its usefulness
in process in
the clarity of seeming accounted
The clarity of experience
merged selves, create
process break force stretch to
pleasant necessary sunset, to pastel fade out, to ocean vapor, to an innerspace bigger than ourselves as, to not be as we know it, to not be, to