It has been a week, one felt of weakness but in reality showing such tremendous strength. Severing poisonous energies from my starserpent flower hive black mirror egg of body and molecular energetic shifting self. Watching the colors of bruises change through the seconds of these passing days. Empty, salt-hearted tongue swallowed stomach gutted hollow emptiness breathing cold air:// listening to the Silence of dead evening. The winds whispered a sigh as a white owl screeched over my head, pulsating in the blanket of velvet stars. I drive up and down this barren, flat highway wondering if this is even real at all or a film set to repeat. Slowly digging my fingers in, now, to step out through the window through the veil and pass the vortex threshold. Eating pocket watches, waiting for the blood droplets to leave me perfectly dry and everything vacant from my mind. Only art, only Change and Movement provide the crook, the smallest detail of a crack to break through towards empty quiet content expansion implosion. Self destroyer, the slayer of Ego- I am here to erase I was here, I shall shed every costume I ever wore and I shall disappear in the act of living.
soft white feathers screaming against black, starlit skies///