The phantom path Wandering through The chaparell Of flesh Or flesh itself Bulldozed Dragon lines Sovereign ends Serving nothing Young eric says Pay more attention To the finger (pointing at the moon) laughter’s screen hurt more cruel than pain overwhelming distinctions unworked at the core a hole where total is not complete acephalic volcano energies without direction overcoming the subordination of opposites only in anguish at the summit of morality broken and tormented evil burst out from the headless summit energies without limit unite beings wandering in vichy france after TB devolved in non-religious mysticism extreme yearning independent of goals or god or boundries looking for language in the unbearable tearing limit of the possible christ’s torment surpass god love drawn toward inescapable torment establishes fellowship individual integrity is torn apart by guilt the evil
sunset i climb to worship the valley of the shadow the pedaled rose as the sun dies gold and black great knees and thighs wide open rise bush aflame speaks a vortex of power we hold the portal open in balance barely touching and not we rise on the planes the veil of paroketh melts to stars and city lights we hover barely breathing as the hounds and owls creep out we're unseen and unseeing warped in white light the final distillate in a mist time divides dimensions multiply as solution's room expands and knots untie personality reified and disappears the orgasm flattens like a desert road across the abyss to the sea of binah death and birth sanctified and sacrificed as we fall upward beyond nozen '200 0