liminal crystallisation

and here is where the beginning starts to take form.

listen - the spectrum has shifted. there is definition, refraction, complexity. there are the patterns, you see? crystallised.

with each extraction there comes a reaction. mostly gestation. observation and reply. of course the whole thing spirals, as always. it has its own gravitational pull.

and
well, from here it's a re-cognition of communication. some sense these instinctive curves, while others find lateral - us or limbo
disconcerting.

i could try to tell you as plainly as possible. it's an echo of the abject allowing me to re-cycle. it has been entirely subconscious up until now. but if the range is lost, well… you lose information. the definition dissolves, static. hissing. you know. loss of depth. of signal quality.

and so it tends to span some broader sense of self. only a compulsion has brought me to the point of surprising my conscious self with proof of my own process, and while consciously observing that i can react instinctively and re-create with minimal effort - at least in the general sense. surely there is some little-known driving force, an internal level that can only move once the depths are plumbed. the push and the dig.

and the limbo, the gestation, the compression. that may be what lives (and breathes) between the movement. the re-action.
the proof seeps upwards and condenses and falls. it is what i am made of,
mostly.


have you ever seen your self echo?

reminder of vibration. and i could try to tell you

but it's awfully hard to keep up. infinity does not go on forever, it circulates. i get ahead of myself too, sometimes.

liminal crystallisation. it's where mathematics rises, stretching, from its godlike slumber. and observing myself becomes testing myself.

and so i fall in love with the idea, over and over and over again in different ways. incarnations. frequencies. patterns.

it makes sense to me, good, logical sense, that eight eyes could pierce a little more of that veil. noise. so perhaps i am simply trying to turn into a spider.

the imagery, it has a sound. that is how you listen to me.

that is how i breathe.


of course, now my skin is reacting. igniting on contact, but i have long since let it become a background buzz. it is propulsion.
and now the rest,