Candelaria-- levitation rocket

Breathe through. Expanding fast.
She becomes syzygetic. the
voice that appeared through thought.
electric eel nerves, babalon gates,
 star for a crown. Glorious merger.
 S/he. Blowing daily and blown.
 Taken whole, the light, difficult
to contain. Some things are
 bolsters. to earth. High. Very high.
 flayed-aflame-scintilla-jump
 levitation rocket. levitation rocket.
 S/he's coming through this channel.
one and whole. the Big Time is now. 
if you find a code there is a code in seconds. seconds explode in
real time and space/time
 -- excellent birds
 of spark and flame. inflamation-
 ineffable.
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 Breathe through glory.
 to earth. Transubstantiation xxxx is a piece of the physical xxxx inhabited by light. xxxx My testimony to process. The xxxx way it speaks is a part of the xxxx message. medium time/weave. xxxxx you can see it. the dance xxxx is the door to a thousand xxx churches for S/he of a xxxx thousand eyes. This incantation encantation: singing in and singing xxxx through

 pluck web strings xxxxx to vibrate in-- do you hear this? xxxx You, reader, where in the time-sea? xxxx Do you feel the bursting forth? xxxxx Like razor's edge? Breathe through. xxx Like a message in a bottle. I'm xxxxx pretty sure I feel you. Tentacles. xxxx That's medusa laughing just now. xxx Snakes for hair. Thousand-eyed xxxx multi-mind. Facets. Breathe. xxxxx Dancing, the phoenix conveys. xxx Understand. If one mind takes xxx this message, there was no xxxx struggle too great. Even if xxxx the ONE is you. you've sent xxxx messages to yourself and still. xxxxx

levitation rocket.

if you find a code the code is there.
from whom the message--
the only question.  La Luz by
any other name known beams
phosphoresces, sparks glows
flames blows. The mysterious
circumstances of burning
from within. JP marked
in a dream about lost children.
he etched it on the Mojave.
This came through multi-channelled,
over several days. One sentence--
drawn out--. You'll have to hone
that edge of attention.
 levitation rocket.
The star truly has wept rose-colored and 
the cup runneth over with sweetness.


put on your rainbow shades.
everything seen, in every
dimension is dream within
dream.

I hereby intend the transmutation
of wrong beginnings. that which
is leaden to my soul i'll not hold.
The art is to merge the levels and
linger in this flux. Together. whole.
earthing is surfing.
a wave-form dance in matter.

This transmission. In process.
"She's wrapped the sun around her head,
tied the moon around her waist
and hung herself with stars", Angelica.
some anonymous poet is writing that
through my fingertips just now and
it continues to echo.

America's Babalon.
A common bitch that made the bomb.
working-class slag attitude-infection,
small-town goddess of the stars.
Alchemy converts dirt to time and thought
and well beyond. Learned men look
everywhere and miss it. Make
calculations yet don't describe.

I renounce the fury of defense for the
flood of effervescence. Sanguinary,
the tide that washes, because you've
already had baptisms of fire, the crimson
within you, you ultimately will sacrifice-
that same fluid that boils with ecstasy
harmony of the elements in the courses
of your flesh. An agony of beauty
is the price you'll pay by end of day.

There is the thing I wish not to face.
Which is thereby the only thing that matters.