Stirring the pool of echoes
Stirring the pool of echoes at the forest dinner party
lush bloom
Surface and core are not exactly opposites, but kin. One lures the other and they both engage in this ordinary interrelation, difficult but well known by all that exists.
On the surface ideas bloom, but one lonely king feels the need to dive into the nucleus. Is he going there because it is uncertain what he will find or does he know exactly where he is going?
There’s also a home now, yet up in the heavens the language spoken by those who look down may not be as kind as one might need.
Pilgrimage towards Saint Marie
Fostered by other parts of ourselvesamid infinite detours of pastel decaythe Pilgrimage towards Saint Marie starts
selective memory
aid sometimes barges in in a tainted way pt.2
sycophants and such
a group of sycophants bidding farewell to the caustic survivor (who, as it happens, did not survive).
