Writing upside down, writing invisible.
Correlations in my head to be imagination.
Never stop the balance of silence, movement energy and stillness.
Somehow we have came to be in this invisible time,
where it seems like a fleeting forever.
At a loss accompanied by the misery of Nosferatu,
though I finally got my new shoes.
I have the desire to feel the activation of my senses.
I feel that coincidences make the most sense.
One day in the end, will we be without our senses.
We will be infinite and radiant as the flickering light into which we stare.
Why do I feel a hostage as my instrument in this life form?
An organic machine simply to channel color, light and sound.
Why have I never been as sonic as a thunder storm?
The immutable boundless light is forever.
The senses can be fooled.
We all identify with that card, indefinitely,
Considering the rules...
My best friend is my imagination.
I love when it runs away with me.

The Break of Day (L'Aurore), by Paul Delvaux July 1937. Oil on canvas, 60.3 x 48.2 inches (120 x 150.5 cm). The Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation, Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice 76.2553.103. © 2009 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York/SABAM, Brussels




Never seen so many records in my life. Reignite where I once was. Tree human to be.

Music is a spiritual practice...

as well as the occurrence of physics.

word for the day

vogel is the German word for bird

opposite of tone row echoes

reflecting waves of whispers

here and gone forever

my stars rain jellybeans

your eyes are E-metric

geometric tears of light

how do you say...

Stimme is voice

and in this case the face

and song is song

shining bright in the late day

Create, hallucinate, committed to crossing over
intersections of energy and unexpected exertion
of movement, wind spirits fluttering the leaves,
gentle on my skin, as my breath, as we are taken out of the known
the world, here and gone sitting still and unseen
Sense in what is lost, no sense in what is forced,
besides the natural force of gravity.
we are doing what we can to express our love and not feed angst
pushing colors and sounds
passing through the realms
a diversified singularity found within each
reflexive interpretation, i trust the roads in my hands
filling existence with wonderment,
forgetting what happens and remembering my dreams,
the fluent streams of melodies
that enrich my consciousness, sharing what i hear and see
tapping into out there where i dance all day and night
in a dress made of leaves. I live where reality is not defined.
Seasons and light are what compose time.
One day will not be a day but will infinitely be our spirit.

Anywhere Out of The World

the garden, here, there, in, out,
5 days of rain clouds and caves
bash my head with yours again, my virtuous musician
oh, how i love you, here and gone
and i always will, as it always becomes
unrequited and eyes can still live
where the true dimensions hold us dear
in the arms where we all will feel protected
you are not alone, enjoy what is not enjoyed
because of love, the ultimate equation
where the answers and reasons become clear
in the sands of time, the unknown out there
in the imperfect sun reflected in each melody
that carries to the next day

Döppelganger Predecessor

zones

the voice resounds, over and over and over again
pen and page resemble reality
what is true? what is now?
what is the final moment.
fleeting, diversifying and everywhere and nowhere
all at once
observing circulation and activity
i can disappear into music whenever i want.
what if i am not i?
and you are not you?
we are all figments of our own imaginations.
why can't we be present in our dreams?
the answer is yes. now.
grasping to the senseless as all that is logical.
thank you for visiting me, however briefly.
will it ever be long enough?
it seems like forever.
as the leaf falls and does a twirling dance on the gentle winds.

 
[] () polyphony here
= = () = after never, a forest
() <| () watch progressions change
 

() [] () the dandelion name change
= () <| ()  navel of enchanted speech


[] () cacophonous mind
= () () = () silent as the hungry dawn
() () () () () where you think of me


() () = () = where you've never been mountain
[] = () telepathic cabin sounds


= () () () listen to the wind
() () () = = your heart beats into sunset
<| = echoing begins


() () () () () () () if i drop from time I'll know
<| () = () insistent you over trees


<| () () autopsy of mind
[] <| illogistic surroundings
= <| beware theater


<| () <|     reception field selected
= () () () () () exiled in a cup of tea


() [] where vibratory
= = () = diverse direct cut madness
() = =             you upon somewhere


() = () = () smoke silence different from
= [] () drowning necessary light


= = () factor fragment sect
[] () () () comprehending a past now
<| = analyze prefix


[] () = geomancy is buried
() () () = () = in a black ocean of musics


() () () = blank slate mind color
() () () () () () () this is for both you and i
() <| () in nondual space



() () = () () () the eye avoids the eyes, leaves
= () () = () secret checks for falling works


<| () () tangible as stars
= () <| () fleeting as tomorrow's sun
() () () = chords ring in silence



() () () [] you love her, autodidact
<| () () = unfaithful to you, herself




= () = spaces are between
() () <| shape watch impossible
= () = perfect as nightshade



() () = = () not worth asking, movies peeled
() () () = () ()    from the walls, spirits peeled too


() = = a singing motion
() = [] a grateful undulation
= <| seeing forever


() = () () () () head burning up on, what was
() () () = =     it, the trace, collage, decay


= () = refreshed by smiling
= <| = under spiraling water
[] () infinity cries


() () () () <| looked in your eyes, digitized
() () () = () () you paid for machines of grace


() [] a soliloquy
<| <| () recording triangle waves
() () <| on a manuscript


() = = () () your singing dissolves in the
() = = = streets today, without echo


() () <| now is afterwards
() () () [] we are the antitheses
[] () terminating ends


<| () <|
() () () () () () ()


renku by Eden Grey & Alan Ramón Clinton
 

Shape renku for Presence

we still see green blue outside () () () () () =

though not during nighttime () () = () =