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The base of the world, of kookaburras, cockies, and magpies, The bush, calling loneliness and pride, A spacewoman echoes back – I reside, in that heartland, tinkering with love in her eyes Mindfucked – (wherefrom, the freaks and bitch-filth, never really listening) Sound-wire distortion – well then, who the fuck thinks to tell us how…

What troubles thee? Your voice of honey, weaves in and out the night, In and out, the flavour of honey, but what troubles Your dark brow, g? Were I to say I love thee, make honey, flow in and out, Your voice, g, as you flow, like honey, thru me, My kiss appease in blood

It’s maddeningly lovely, aspect of your irresistible beauty, Why do you get so unreasonably  angry with me, g – again? I’m not sure how I’m meant to understand it at all, Seems I’m wrong to even try fathom? your?! Your mystery you withold from me, nags at me, My only sigh is love’s worn cliche,…

I could start my own direction coming, thru Eliot’s Poem, insert my defiant spirit in, begin it’s torture, Madness, public shame, rape,  death-infused in bones, Travels, but become – you, sitting at a desk, across from And you could start from your guilt, over What you’ve done, for whatever guilty reason for, It matters little…

When my weapon leads me flowing into Wind, in a sudden blast of inspiration A video I sent you, sword leading thru spaces true, Leads me to: you across the road from me, in synch Both mind and body: gusts of winds, in affinity

My heart’s root, respawned, from days gone, Revives, in thoughts embodied in her beauty, Changed in edges, meanings in dreams, dead thoughts Buried in dread, sex, anxiety, phantasies defeated, In war, domme morrigan, a dark in which all shapes arise, Come into being, in vegetable shafts, climbing, Loneliness returning – a sword edge, embedded –…

Isaak Would seem a wicked game, But if beheld in spirits glowing fire, A dancing flame Momentary to your Wicked playing I’m playing my own game No more I’ll say A mind as tricky as mine – A mazepoint meeting of minds: Your wicked game, my Crazy-led unfathomable desire in the deep sky Messed-up your…

Look whats happening in the world While I waste time The freaks are laughing… In the space between, I want to speak With my own voice In a daydream

When there were mystics, they’d say, the Path is Perilous, Elen of the Ways, Mystics, trying to find embodiment, we’re all vampires, these days, Cubed in a moment, a path – that measureless depth, lands in one breath, Aah, to move together, so close your eyes follow me, for that I’d risk All Ways

Imagine, g, you were a physician in the Middle East, In its golden era, and you awake one day, to thumping On your door, appears a dirty village idiot, full of lice, And a rusty pitchfork, which they rush at you, With the word “God”, and do you not feel a stirring, g, Akin to…