time on our hands no washing it off

time in our minds let it ripple through as if we know what it is

let it be what it wants

time forming new threads and windows

a pattern shift and recognition lifting from the roots of the sea

pull outwards and dive down in

where the gold is held in

deep the god is suspended in liquid iridescent form caught orb and coiled 'round

serpentine

meandering

follow the trail down into the valley find

the grave find

the hollow branches and soft bristling birches

make the forms you desire and meet the desire that forms you


a unique opportunity I am

glad to be here

to be here

here resting

here resetting

here resurrecting

the practice I knew I could find


swoop and cycle through

they are feeding and calling warbling the warning here it is

here we are

come gather,

come,

be here

together

be nourished


seek deep down in here here is the magic here

is the gold you know this I already told you listen again listen you must

think

you must

feel really, now

really?

yes


answer yes or no

yes

it is true I know

no

all things are changeable

so

what can be made?

I am glad that there is an online outlet that is essentially anonymous for me still. 12 years and counting this is a electrical radiating vessel of memory and thought and expulsion. ramblings and bullshit. deepest longings and fears and grievances and long stretches of forgetting and angst and yearning and curiousity and zero assessment, zero reputation to uphold, just whatever. thank fuck.


and I am glad to know it is still a function, somehow, in some way, just when it is required, when the regular journal isn't quite the thing and the poetry blog isn't exactly it (too refined, trying to be seen and liked you know? yeesh) and the instagram is now just about trying to make a buck maybe also share what I'm looking at a little square-shaped projection of what I want them to see

but you

ha

you don't know me

and yet

you know me better than most.


joy in this


thanks buddy





today reconnections created themselves. I'm curious. It's such a strange time. I participate. Forgiveness is easy somehow now. Just needing to be connected, ensuring that we aren't casting each other away unnecessarily. And maintaining the correct boundary is the continual work. the work - ask those questions, turn it around.


going for a walk now