katty shak of lovE

tap-tap*s delighT

January 18, in faded purple skirpie on
the palm of my left hanD.
ROund"d thoughts on an early Eve with Isaac&
a fuzzyMind, The most perfect shade of blue for
this triangle soul of Positive Negative charges,
Windows of sandy dunescuddled by MOONy&her blue
shine, day, Sky Shadows Lanes Rhythms Rhymes,
Cow boy Trains Leading me to Flowers -that-Sing, my
Most dreamy melodies of -time -illustrating,
a spiral of Hope& a spiral of doubT, duality for
the simple splums in us aLL, Our-stretched-arms,
lead us toward the sun, freedom & sense with no walls,
but tents and sticks, connected for Purpose, United
in destined solitude, together, invested fleshes fester
with the squares of patterns we call: Home, doors-within-
doors, somehow weALLways needed: More, & now the wells
are drying up with stones rising -UP, like a faeries
solution to help, and eye sense i am not alone, as per
usual as brain begins to drone, one-eye-fades,
while the other: Falls-In, the intertwining shape-
shifters of color and de(v)finity, coalesce to-feel
the, Infinity in-their possibility -of-
Projections, -something we know ALLtooWell,
a-flowers-Connection to, a, bow&string, of-affection,
one-spiral's swirl, is anothers', LessoN.
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January 19?! blank-palms leave me, gasping
for: air and, wondering, How-Eye-got,
anywhere near: HeaR, like a Lion's Mane,
as a bearded dragon, spits-it's-effable-
fire, dressed in: draG; What-was-One
faeire's, dayDream, was-tainted through-our
NightSchemes, with dark Outlines & pivotal-
patterns, reminding me of points-left-
behind, Like: a sailor's kneck, Wrapped-
in-Twine; 3 rocks t'have-your way-With,
and four elements t'surrender-your
essence- to, or-your-pickleSandwhich,
close-Ups of Sour-Disasters wrapped-
up and put-on-display, to-Your
very-purpose you created-that 1-Day,
the stars never stopped glowing,
we only stopped watching,
you are fluid to me- so i am who
i am and nothiN, so Great
as a Grapefruit on
your-thumb.

PowerLines Like TheseTimes

Words for Combusting Thought
Entropic Showdowns, on has Fought,
Skinny Branches yearning for Us,
to remember, what we forgot,
A day that reaps through shades of Gray,
White-light destined leads another way,
Distance Requested & destruction connected,
to EVERY*BIT, under this-same-sky,
Floating into, a KIND RHYTHM,
Like a clear & rotating, Prism,
Following footsteps, to forget there, Isn'T,
A Right or Wrong Way, only Endless Ways&Rays,
For shining through, Billowing about,
Like shadow casting, with-Out,
a spec of dust, pervading (now).
Ancient Feelings and Impulses permeating All Moments,
It is Their Momentum,
breeding our Passions and Creations,
Sandy Skin with Galactic Aspirations,
SyncinG Souls with Harmony into, Completion,
The Cherry Tree became Real,
and the rest is HistorY,
Going out into the world,
Radiating Love & GLory,
The WANT to be Well, Angel's Lissen'N,
The seeping power, of a Spiral Shell,
falling-towards-the-center of the Earth,
Heaven-meshes-Hell,
and suddenly, the window Opens,
the Eye Peers Through,
the veil is Lifted and we feel, what we-Knew,
we Spin the Earth & the Earth spins, You,
Picking flowers to touch the dirt,
dreaming on to remember the Birth,
Crossing bridges and Climbing rocks,
time proceeds with No Tic, or Toc,
Only the sounds of our Souls,
Heading Onward, Syncing Soil,
Beneath these Toes.

Our Field

more.



Wishing for a black hole to make us feel better,
the day after, we write letters,
to dissolve into the THIN AIR, as if THEY did,
and as IF they Would,
one thing goes rolling, and the rest
is mis-understood,
and the souls are more bound than EVER,
This time has begun, and our reluctance,
will only shatter,
the force of this Pattern,
the Power of this Planet,
And how i will dream up a tree,
a pile of dirt i can sink my feet,
into while i sweat my history,
into the earth's body,
for her to remember and me to forget,
to remember to allow,
this body to be aligned,
with this energy, so attuned and Fine,
a mass paradox is encasing our Minds,
but only WE can break these cycles,
by emanating the love we know,
over the pain we feel,
to prove our fucking twisted selves,
RIGHT for Once,
for wrong for Never,
creating a Way for this AND THAT to
separate themselves into
boxes with nothing but shadows,
cast, like creating your very OWN
cave to never see Beyond.
This will be more than a test,
it will be an entropic mess,
for our minds to contest,
as the energies pour out of these,
entities, these barriers may seem
real, but they were made,
and so were WE.
so let us grab on the that lasting ounce
of GUT AND PASSION AND
STRENGTH AND TRUST,
to prevail our good spirits
to the angels among, Us.
After ALL, we are ONLY,
and this planet is anything but Lonely.