Gratitudes ♡ The Unfolding

I'm grateful for the unfolding realities happen in the rightness of their times layers of becoming slowly exposed at each revealing striptease of being truth is to uncover recover what's beneath surfaces bubbling of what lies underneath surfacing of hidden skeletal details patterns of forms she holds my tiny hand as the other trace spirals in the sand sound of waves announcing the receding tide the moon pulls from the other side absence of her reflected light reveals flickering of long-lived stars the arresting red hues of fungi borne of mycelia running unseen unwitnessed in their tending the soil of possibilities trampled by busybodies bumping like predictable billiard balls steam trains on the track stations create a common time bound by Bundy Clocks tick tick tock tick tick tock life in sync with optimising chron jobs in misty clouds of silica guarded by guns dot one's tongue escape the logic dig for the magic reduction of absurdities reconnect with the chaos of turning as we enter the age of air unstable breezes from the hot desert lands prophecies intercede on one's behalf dry souls are best suited for the culling jihad for M'uad Dib to see futures is a curse for living in the now blind one's eyes there's no escape from the tragedy of fate the more I exercise freedoms the more destined I am supposedly listen to the secrets whispered under the rose as I lick poison on fingertips jabbed with blood a most special kind of juice for fools, civil society has no use to walk the unmapped paths the bliss of choice in uncertainty evolution borne of mistakes in replicating what has been unfaithful copying creates danger, creates possibilities creative destruction destructive creation this body is not me yet it materiality remains a mystery matter is truly dark dust the original sin of rebelling.