Situated in the breach
Before desire fails
To reach
True fulfillment
Just before,
In the heat of flow
Is where the situated
Briefly palpitates in strange delight
As human reigns
Are given up
And the gleaming chariot strives
To be the closest to the sun
Situated in the breach
Before desire fails
To reach
True fulfillment
Just before,
In the heat of flow
Is where the situated
Briefly palpitates in strange delight
As human reigns
Are given up
And the gleaming chariot strives
To be the closest to the sun
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When you think of Native American art, what comes to mind?
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When you think of Native American art, what comes to mind?
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@brettchristophers.bsky.social on why we can’t get rid of our waste.
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@brettchristophers.bsky.social on why we can’t get rid of our waste.
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David Runciman on the inversion of the population pyramid.
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David Runciman on the inversion of the population pyramid.
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Skin collider
fills my mind
For in the temporal corner
is where I find
a temptress' sigh
between lobe and hair
Oh how did I find you there?
Just on the line
that curvature
of time, a flare
Found. You. There.
As syncopated sense adorns
eyes as curtains
for warmth's vortex state
Skin collider
fills my mind
For in the temporal corner
is where I find
a temptress' sigh
between lobe and hair
Oh how did I find you there?
Just on the line
that curvature
of time, a flare
Found. You. There.
As syncopated sense adorns
eyes as curtains
for warmth's vortex state
emotion yields
strange days of fury
What sense
is in this way?
We are but energy
transforming in the void
Voice lost
scattered soul
on the fringe
on the fringes, margins and hinges
with silhouetted breaths of hope
emotion yields
strange days of fury
What sense
is in this way?
We are but energy
transforming in the void
Voice lost
scattered soul
on the fringe
on the fringes, margins and hinges
with silhouetted breaths of hope
Seekers mind in kind
Where what flows and curls
In folds of billowing time
Beckons paper, light and weight
Seekers mind in kind
Where what flows and curls
In folds of billowing time
Beckons paper, light and weight
series fun to play 99
.
series fun to play 99
.
..for the friction of time
unfolding in gravity's wings
makes sparks alight in darkest hour
wild caresses from anti-matters
this is where the aesthetic meets
the art of mysterious sacred
and stars are made to shine
in the nodes of uncanny embrace
..for the friction of time
unfolding in gravity's wings
makes sparks alight in darkest hour
wild caresses from anti-matters
this is where the aesthetic meets
the art of mysterious sacred
and stars are made to shine
in the nodes of uncanny embrace