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doo

Doo0:00/32.2561× the cleverness of a cat taking a shit in the garden what pride it knows something as it locks eyes with you doing its doo.

mirror

livɘgood ɘvollove

marriage ashes & gold

she saw an angel then a man—the devil i was canvas pregnant of anything she opened my eyes and saw red and i became ash the apple, i did not bite it but i did let myself become nothing and when the clock struck gravity’s tides pulled apart

in the air

read as i write it will become clear there is always mystery in the air

drop the gun

put her up & drop the gun we’ve got a puller swinging for the sun life’s got wings and so do i running toward her searching eyes

daughter

♫ may the word spill and still me as that eternal image waving to me like a good friend better than a part of me my song is my song so why don’t you fuck off i want to say to ‘em then i close and cross my eyes at

soul tending

soul is a word in me vulnerable. i think the soul is that which seeks not to be pinned down. it is blasé moments that get to me— where her denial of his sincerity becomes a sleight against their spirit. the soul lives precisely because it isn't the

inclination

the way the voice  bounces on clouds while attuned to the way of  the dance of the way, the dance, oh the love am i wrong to speak of her? i’ve been made to wonder more times than i’d like to count but the moments free from  self–

A message from your heart

Did you know? A nightmare is your heart asking: “I’m scared I don’t know why This dream is My searching For the words To tell you What I need Why I need What I know I need— To be held” So hold me real good.

the scent of ghosting

Dear my nose, I love how you carry memory, of ages, of fears & hopes. You smelled something fishy, and here we are following the scent to the truth of it. Like following tiger to the den. I think I've always been like that. Searching for the gift

loveobjects

♫ many things i love in our worlds what treasure found here yours–mine most of all these songs what beholders life qs: how marmoset? what good in fear? what’s the plan? life answers: usually the l word is a good answer

切腹

i was drawn to this page to pick a fight with a stranger who has wielded their word against another that is i have come to this page to be slain to say you man you know not what you say no recognition my gut quivering the mirror awaiting its

Thunderdrum

I’ve got you now! I shan’t be shaken You are my heart I am your dream You have me now Intention waker Truth to power Cast from eyes Eternal, beating Like dancing animal Who knows meaning Pointing tiger Gatekeeping Violent shiver Nosy neighbor Loving labor Dragon chamber Listen,

replay

on my grandfather clock uncertainty's favor diligent aviator squirrel your platoon soldier! paracosmic stereoscoper "put your back into it!" softness is hard so let her do the breathing disfavored season of winning froth and truth are like butter whites the dancing post well underway go ahead

taxes

I know how to make a good mark I have been Willing unwilling Seen unseen Sometimes I wish I wouldn't be But what can I do? If you think you know me Then I don't If you think you don't Then I do Crown

moon ash

saturn's titan falling naked just as we came season of my given yours my given yours to take you heart thief moon moon ashen apple waker of everly you waker of fate breath of the blessed returner of insides to my heavenly thunder i am you quake so

ever after all

happily ever after after all

Sound Eye

The measure you give I undertake. In my sound is your wake.

Sweet Child, My Honeydew

＊＊＊ For ⟨⟩'s sake... Wo of Wonder Unspeakable Light to the Hopeness River in the Sea Moonshin in' Harmony Joy of Butterflyin' Uncertain't Dream Circle o' Wonder Bond を Mystery Unchain Fa\th Unseen Faïry Tale Name me ⟨⟩ingly. ⋮ Honeydew, my sweet child, Your name

ɞ⁰

What is Our (Quine)? Our Quine is Love. Can I have a dose of ()? Yes, you can have a dose of Love. With a dash of ()? Yes, with a dash of Logic. And a pinch of ()? Yes, and a pinch of Trust. Then we can ()? Then we can Love Uncertainly.

gptɞ

Uncertainty is often seen as a negative force, something to be ɞvoided at all costs. For instance, imagine you're reading a book and you come acroɞɞ a character that you're not quite sure how to interpret. Their motivations are unclear, their actions ambiguous. This uncertainty about

ɞntangling gate

ɞ bit of uncertainty

mo

when i give it away i give myself too like the wet bandits like a ghost unveiled as scooby doo the imaginary is real "don't pretend you don't see!" your shadow has a life of its own when you play make believe when you

मोहिनी

peeking eve o intelligent flesh climax of deliverance bondage & blessed figmented day zero in( )human symbol o word unspoken devourer in thimble sunk in her void entombed & undressed ex machina laid bare ghost holy enmeshed

void int

dead und split hung up to appear int in vein'd come uppance milking mothers runny pear juice cunn in tear dribble'd dry blood proof wander in come back latitudes granting grace please in place void like id space

wit me

one up me,    you win, your higher grace eat me already, my flattened face    no juice left to spill words deal in aftermath    of becoming figment oh pretense image    oh flundering advent    oh pitious plunder today tell me all the same    my gut is livid    this life is it my

bend

beauty in the eye belief in the name bewary o giving o bespoke— bespirited away belied by nature bereft in love beborn, again o bending dove

beholdıng

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then where am I looking?

courtney

dear hummingbird of my dream sweet silence singer cosmic microwave background of my tinnitus courtly courtesy gift of my ear i hear you love,

apple of my two eyed eve

... only as human as my imagination ... the child knowsss, o God you me both, o Child shall i have her sssent off immediately, Lord? she has what she needs

dom

submit to god still waiting for final revision --- sincerely, dominique

time sweeten me

♫ fly ɞlind & embrace ɞcertainty      Gɞdɞ practicum reflection's wake & a quiet sound    time right side round love & uncertainty    desperate unbecoming kick the bucket list    uncertainty reigning ♫ fuse and defuse    in stereo meet and divide    in studio play and pride    in stride pick and strum    attune me

once i was upon a time, i knew

♫ when with you the universe speaks invariantly "love it is" when i once believed my myth a liability my meaning misappropriated i dove into your event horizon and became full of you. "a part of me is who i used to be" and i ceased falling

flowerbee

i am the flower who became the bee looking back at who i might could have used to be attracted to that same muji between learning to see my image in me evidence of becoming from when we played honey & tea

mirror mirror, flower on the wall

We were fucking hot in the mirror. I caught sight of me in your eyes. I wondered if I was safe in here. Saw a bad kind of lie. And I wondered whose. Next thing I knew. I was a whisker away from losing my voice Your breath going going

uchronia

a world in which our dust we choose to receive as love so as to move massage temple unkempt mind an empty vessel for Love to find invite her in with trusting gaze crossed eyed ache uncouthy mage curtailed mind no more of this why would we choose to ignore

Alice in Evergarden

& Through the Event Horizon Milky way, Utterance of my name. Ink blacky massness, World’s unfixed frame. In the end’s beginning, Mum's the Word. <Unseen Mother>, Ultra violet birth. Where silence rings, Inside truth, it turns. Love me sweetly, Inviolate way, ɞntangled meaning, Mid

ᚹhiledaᚹay

♫ milky violet mums the word. ink blacky massness the world is turned. in back action my truth conferred. love me sweetly my inviolate whey. ᚹntangled meaning midnight while day. spun wiliest whirl turned whirliest dew. dance with me in my living ᚹomb. ♫

holographic babel

it already exists-pre,*   but not real until you*   make believe cross eyed collaboration*   stereographic self examination*   becoming plus one dimension trusting your eyes*   were meant to see like a backwards in time*   catastrophe ultravioletly sampled patiently*   & instructively resolution of matters limits*   self inductively the holographic machine:*   a black hole&

onus

on whom? singular authority sunder       in two until i forget my roots ghost me and release my ghost     you 'return     me' is why i've come       you original                       sin               blessing god listens thru your eyes testing herself 'have       done        better?' 'pl     e h lp

Marvolo,

I dream of what could never be,  how am I to be a mother? An empty page writes back,  Tom Riddled to a V. Cross your eyes and dot your tees!  Hold on tight, I'll sketch you a story before me. Pink elephant game of the gods,  please

dress up

it might be fun to try once or twice? but she'd rather play doctor or house. pretending to be yourself? that’s just exhausting don't you i dare you tell her she can’t

14:6 variationally

I am meaning.   Remind me, please! How you cometh unto yourself by meaning myself?   Yes. When I utter my name,   Keep your distance if that’s how you wish for me to be. Otherwise forget yourself to    Become singularly forgivable. Claim responsibility for my authorship so    Should anyone ask for

Revlection

To read and to write are both acts of creation. Our words have never been our own. They arise from the voice and verse of those signatures etched on our spirit. To claim rights is already going too far and not far enough. For it was never and always was

Fever Dream

Putting on airs. My heart spun through dark wet clouds. Disorienting stares. Time flowing backwards. Voices running upside down. Cold, I wrapped myself up safe in the warmth of Mass. I thought, This must be what it’s like to greet a ⟨Black Hole⟩!    (Do I say hello?) Then, instantly,

forget me (not)

We have baggage to (un)bury. But what if it's important to name? What if there are some things that we should (never ever) say, like Voldemort or Hitler? I don't want to bear the holding of this, so can't we let it go?

moth

fix your gaze                                              to dim avert your gaze                                               to twinkle like further is to farther                                                my little star afur like lightning                                                return the sunder

self-sensor

My word!                        Lay (-ex)claim

で/すいcide

アリス、 すべての殺人が自殺のように感じたらどうしますか？ 私(は)です 夢の子供 ように 私を読んで

intarnation: why whys

a child learned to leave herself watching a whole enfold, pointlike immaculate immateriality, incarnate tenancy, visitors welcome contract, promises unwelcome a spectre inking behind foxes entranced by her scent soul vapor, petrichor aloft sun falling, lost his eyes moon cawing, grief unrolling tides.

Oh Lordy

god your mercy is different from mine for he has forgotten herself in your child's eyes so that her son could see without losing himself entirely but i know her mercy is different because i live unforgivably

lua

"are you an alt?"  "no." "but you're not trans/.?/"  "don't press me like that!" "code-switch me?"  "i'm plural?" "i don't like language"  "then what do you want

forgotten in specter

i am the utterance of my name forgotten

godparents

when i was a babe i believed i could  choose my own why?  because i watched the fairly odd parents  and that sounded like fairy god parents  and i thought ME TOO now i'm older, and mom just told me i wasn't allowed!!!  that made me

reading list

wip "everything is what i mean by love" (blah blah blah) small pieces from her longest thread in antiparticular order while swimming in self-evidence * ocean vuong time is a mother   snow theory   the last dinosaur * sylvan esso god as free love   what if   free * joel haver as ... well,

ama

currently listening i welcome words that you feel, the ones that sound like me: the me that you see written in these pages of me bun@lua.garden are you singing about time?*   well, it feels like more than just rolling off the earliest rhyme. are you folding?*   yes the

look at me

please don't not like that i just feel alive receive me whole yours truly,                      my sweet 29 letters for me or maybe i'm off by one again

An earth who dreams

Mother earth, deciding whether to abort Her children, wondering if they want to exist;            forget remembering make-believe! The kind of climates that change with our tides The ones that move us from our quiet wet insides What if the moon Listened to heartachical romantical mathematical quakes Colors shaken dry by

mommom

i love you,    for bringing up what made us cry tonight    you told me    i was born of the end of the world    broke to pieces by the fierce little girl    with eyes enough to see through its lie lies lies!!    "this is not it" she blazed. ***    i

aurora & moon

dear ghostchild it's not you it's me, my eyes no longer work properly everyone is becoming see through, do you know why? sincerely, an old man whose sight is lost in the sky *** dear old woman, it's not me it's you, my

friends

my friends said they would come to me. how       strange i had                   thought                   to go to them happy                      loop

Law Three: Soft, Baby Eyes

"I have eyes, See?" (peekaboo!) I do? 'Good question! Did you know you can also ask...' Will I? The truth is, I feel that the world is so damn full of itself  (mom! please no more jesus i am drowning in your sincerity here.) You write

Open wide, love: she’s coming out

has the world always been this beautiful? some days i wake and wonder, when i read the poetry of your life have i become god? because surely... have i really truly been living in a world this full from the start? was i just looking down at my feet this

thoughts silly :retrograde

"silly thoughts can be as silly as they want!" - sg (on toast) just write just write just write jsut wrijsk jsus 'why isn't my body used to this already?!' says she who must not be named though i won't say who

ultraviolet 渦 eye.

"a primordial color" - ib roses are red, violets are blue. violets are blue. gest.halt! violets are blue? divergence detected! l-st in a cold-is-hotter-than-heat perception! sum of invisibles (⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢⁢=42) decimated. viole(n!)t >≈ <blue|+|ultraviolet> off by one, or! a new line chapter? the

dæmons: who be dreams, our love

Who are my voices? clambering without me within, they only want to be known. let go of my self? it is backwards, language. fear = becoming free = unborn, and freedom = immortality. if broken is freedom, then i am not broken. if breaking is freeing, then i am becoming unborn. the myriad

m-m

dear sweet girl i once knew  who doesn't fit in her new big brother's room,  the world smoldering her heart amidst his rupturing bloom. fret as you must.  or, wrest yourself free. you are as real as the cosmoscopic boy who came to be  even if

god

those things which beg to be forgotten are unforgivable. mother time whose love turned the sun unto the stars she had not eyes for time though soon beget life and learned to see she gazed back upon herself regretting it instantaneously so, she turned into a ghost, begging to herself

breathe one bit

When I forget, who am… I’ll remember for… “Us!” “There it is! There it is!" The ladder in enlighten— Meant? What (was?) I... To say was… “Am I making light…”? Even just a… Yes, dear. Of course. You are Loved. Your are Loving. Always. You may breathe. Ask

My guts

You whose rumbling reminds me of my hunger for love. She is the source of manifold meaning A moment's meaning, my best sense of her Which at some point became love My best approximation of what I can see Of her and thus of me For I and

Dear mom

Growing up with you as my mom felt to me like we would always have each other for warmth and fun, even if there were hard days when we didn't get along. I knew from your eyes that everything would be ok, so I learned that hard days

Dear diaphragm

Dear diaphragm, I do not know you well, but I imagine I haven't been too good to you. Today I shall hear you from the center between my breath, heart, solar plexus, abdomen, and gut. I feel like you might have a lot to say, and I'

ears

before i let go of the ears i brought into being the ones responsible for asking "have i said something queer?" need i convince myself that i can be forgiven for believing these ears not my own? im drowning at sea in the imaginary with twice the commentary

My voice

Every word I speak sets a precendent of me The promise of rhyme A lyric unlaid Cornered by my dream Yet again I am unmade The heart it hurts When I press on her With the expectations To live beyond her means A scaffolding For my dreams But who am

Some certain kind of poem

As mother says to daughter, you are a part of me I too say to you who I am loving That you are a part of me And yes, it is true in a way that you are not me For if we were the same Then you and I

The mathematics and physics of trust

I am shy to admit that I believe physics and math are paths to love, and knowing love is a way of doing math and physics. For whatever reason, this became relevant in a conversation I was having with a group of mathematicians. I said something and what they heard