It moves very quickly exponential.
Reaching fast. The work I summon
to flow through quickly. It's flowing
I can feel it. It's a trickle, I suppose,
so I clear the channels.
Hermes,
fleet of charm, we'll play tricks,
for the amusement of reality studies
or color identity theory. Crackle. Zap.
Zip. Snap. Buzz. Rattle.We're up in
tricks that pop and fizz.
It's a love story, so don't forget sweet,
sweet and never go to Hollywood.
Such a fragile emotion to fire
conflagrate. Tango. Tango, for your
lives. A love story, about learning
one loves. This as much as anything.
How parts of ourselves play tricks on
other parts of ourselves. How much
the nights vomiting on the floor were
about trying to regain something
long gone, trying for forgiveness
and finally understanding the lie.
Sorry is on the radio now.
Forgiveness doesn't exist. fiction.
Every event flows out as a cascading
which you'll never undo and I
begin to understand that this piece was
written to clear myself of a vampire.
Lost to oneself is a strange place.
It feels like there's a pretty fast race
in consciousness right now. It's for
existence somehow. It's pressing.
the lesson of Saturn and Uranus
translated now to Mercury.
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