So as it falls upon many years and countless incarnations.
There is but a fractal universe beneath the sleet and snow of a conscious mind.
This fog of life blurred into apathy causation and actions foregone and willed by a wheel of time counted by each heart beat and breath.
The numbers never lie. Yet they are mere sigils on a road paved with intentionality met by tragedy and reformations.
This ode to the microcosm of life and death upon a reflected mouth speaking into steaming tea.
A light bulb moment in the stasis of meaning.
Where breath once was, now empty lungs of speech.
Working a hue of shaded muted tones.
It defines us.
We expect force to evolve this emanation of steam and dust.
Yet it is merely a new wayof boiling water using the secret dangers of the underworld.
Stoically mined by soldiers of the toothless, headless deathless snake forever swallowing an invisible tail.
The bluejay whistles as if alone at will to hear itself.
So here in the tallow of our fat cells, microbiotic unconscious bodies inhabited by soul and daemon alike.
Once foreseen by fallow composites of square’s in a non uniform nature that repeats and repeats.
Generations keeps the race water flowing along the lowest moment in hillsides as if decided by the weakness of plants and earth, clinging to rocks formed from sulphur driven devils pyroclastic incited earth.
is it but a show this production director and atom forms a thought.
How much of it resides in us or from around.
What is this.
The fractal asks us again and again in a kalidascopic story neither ascending or descending.
“Do you wish to speak?”
The moon hits the zenith of a deep water well smiling back a silvery grimace.
It was never what it cost you.
It was what you bought.
The torpor of existence in a word too invaluable to repeat.
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