a body carrying a consciousness,
accumulating a myriad of expendable raw potential energies of possibility.
it is now time for me to be my own predator.
execution of the highest entity.
unlocking the deeper inner truths,
more like an identity revolution;
as the messages of the past creep in and hint in on the present
an enigma of time-space.
reconfiguring the programming I have been operating under up to this point.
redefining the internal make-up of an identity.
owning what I have embellished my waking life with, that which skirts the edges of the subconscious dances of karma.
i can ground in a riff, in a statement, in a color.
I can fly into the abyss of new expansion.
closing my eyes is one way of focusing. closing my mouth is twofold beneficial.
the removal from reference points at large, brings about discovery of this particular bodily inhabitance.
For there is another piece to it. origination of matter.
where do the formless go? an angel that comes through.
she doesn't have a voice, not even any ideas. just pure love.
& she's here. my other half. we split and went separate ways.
So I'm here to tell our story.