in my equal emotion,
when transmission is not enough.
I play with font sizes until I break it up,
I break it.
rip it to pieces in front of you,
I love your ambient existence,
a spirit designed Ready Earned Means,
what a malfunction, in funk and time…
vibration and power,
science and sound.
I want to hear you…up,
houses are on fire,
respecting reciprocity I gaze,
like eyes being born,
to the glow of Venus’ silent sovereign seed,
and she breathed into me,
deep while fiery fierce,
swimming into caged ethereal,
an unrequited heart lost,
in contest to itself,
in pained principle….and civil rule,
we love the days of her Planet,
to the light outside the cask.