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I close my eyes and conjure
a vision of our world—
bright translucent latices
waving, twisting in air
like lazy spider webs,
breathed into existence
by photosynthesis
of you, of me, of all
things with a drop of water.

Bending, strewn, tattered
soul matter transposed
on a backdrop of
aurora borealis—
the pool
of everything with an
inkling of thought.

You and I can know this
place like a childhood
bedroom. We can
navigate the primordial
pool and swim across
the arctic seas, beneath
green skies in straight
lines, guided
by cursory knowledge
of spacial tendencies,
constellations, and
the extent of our
brain stuff.

__________________
Yar

Acytype~Amber

waylode wendell spirits gate; 14, a sea of memories.

A rose so subtle must where it's thorns.
The Tree so full of spirit and it's freedom yet, it's leaves must fall
each Autumn.
the snake so slimlined and quick must shead it's skin.
and a fishé must swim because it lives in the sea.
An inner door must close, ivit open can be.
a books true worth is only those five to twenty minutes-
there after the book is read.
Bats and Dolfins use sonar to help them see.
A cactus so vital must have its thorns.
Amber thoughts are not just mechanics.
one plus one does not all ways equal two.
a friend may be- a damboon be, or
the spirit of the letter.
church or a poem can be vital in times of crisis-
yet is dreary at the best of times.

A focus. ..Pause for»thought.

persistence is levelling and finite.
I can close my door (&) close me in. A durable and
subtle leather daisy. kingfisher kisses Seahorse
I speak Like the wind, I speak the wind. Turtle-penguin.
a mind of Subtle Amber sails away upon memories, these
Are stawberysnails and seadragons wings; a-colilyohumumbillaite
Bumblebee-lobsters and Greco-crocodiles feelings tally to truth.
as values as values . these my spirit guide, these my subtle one's nature's own way
we tell them our stories the stories we tell them
because that's the way stories are
they change with the ways we tell them
By Giuseppe Arcrimbos eyes, there was to see of this universe a bright and happy thing.
And doddecaheadran bubbles all blueglass, foggy slightly spinning and turning
it's fall through space-time was pinpointed to him, yet free in some way?
Down went the fog, like red chested robin Sat upon a gate. down to the platform of black rise in
dow blue, deep marine anatonomy sea creatures their culture old mnemonics,
it will turn from there, spin free. ash flittering it's solenoid then Blueberry thoughts to gold{two-fluid} ormali polylexiadiliation
I'm a man and I'm made full of tools like paraffin lamps and green tea pots,
sprogets, svroes, solenoid's , floating a bubble kaleidoscope complete, he settles down,
thinks he does not know. and that the year is wrong / misplaced rather than displaced.
About the cosmos is, quiet unseen again- Avilonankh, the world of snow. Wise the imagination
and ballence in the empty egg shell. Unique incomprable, work, rest and play, however,
the God 'TomTom' can rebuild you. allways this way, substance to being, the green sky and ginger feet x
'to this day'.