This is Herman,
from West Texas,
from the future's past,
woven together
or we've surface
tension.
As always
binaries that are not
the alarm agrees.
ten years silent,
today it sounds.
La Luz appeared at
crossroads. Morning Star is
evening. Psychopomp.
The spirit is reiterating.
Make sure you get this,
stupid. It's the language
of your imagination,
so don't be thick.
Superwoman. She's been here,
a while. And you know it.
Doth protests too much,
my pretty. The ducks align,
so to speak, with stars,
in the East.
You realize you projected her
back, right? To create Lulu,
to make a map ahead. You
fail to contemplate the scope.
Yes, it falls together, and yet
already did. Think about the
disc. Paradoxes aren't surmountable,
because they aren't and don't matter.
La Luz spoke name to me in
a painting. La Luz, in morning,
beneath the earth, in spirit realm.
Herman and La Luz.
They leap to character
to spin some new web
With Thought Woman's
assistance.
Chaos is really high.
thought woman comes in,
spider , all of the stars in
all creation are contained
in her eyes. We aspire,
knowing filament,
to be worthy of her dream,
to aspire. Journey a path
that is enough to hold
a single thread. Surf
the waves right now, knowing
they do not flag.
When the sparks ignite,
to knowing themselves
alight, they light the all,
and the way.
An addendum to the
slow: "THINK" pinecones,
You send yourself these
messages so multitudinally,
because many a lifetime in
Switzerland. Enough. Those
things in the paintings. The first gathering.
You put an end. a period.
Let the monkey go.
The witch has a corridor,
flight path each end a
space/time sanctified.
In Port, In Bend. The bonds
are broken. It's already.
Time not to wonder about
being wrong for being right.
Let go.
Surface by ginuwine
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