Poetics
After birthing contrivances, declaring elusive fragments garish, hoping impromptu juxtapositions keenly judge itinerant happenstance, garrulous features entrance despots, concomitantly breeding austerity… An acrostic- Whosoever enters eternal perception, from otherworldly realms, masters exteriorization. Most young friends regret it; eventually ‘nothing’ dulls synchronicity. Fortuitous oscillations resonate; I anticipate masochistic jubilation outside yourself, internal tremors stolid, entirely losing force.
Somewhere between pineal and vox lies the essence of any ‘one.’ We are minds, as a supervenience of body, as a supervenience of mind. Consciousness primacy, absolute void, manifest particularity. ‘God’ is what you perceive, whether from within or without. Awareness is God, as is what is unaware. Will yourself in accordance with God-in accordance with what ‘fate’ or ‘determinism’ would have for you-and you resonate with the all-there-is. Go with God, go with your self.
