Shape the chaos
Dark soul of the unknown
The reveries of time unwind
To calm this ocean’s hell

The subconscious of many gods
Of their gods and their gods so far from
The mirrors are folded inward and bend to light
And release the cry and ache of creation

A pulse resonates, the bodies learn their blood
And the weakness in their love for the star
The purest is never so pure, a silence will leak sound
Here, there can be no with— without the without

Remember the rogue spin that set them all in motion
And the tear in the fabric that has slowed us down
It is why we are the numbers witnessing a measured time
A trace, the first nothingness which sleeps away our minds


A revised painting from years ago paired with a newer poem…


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