05 April 2006

summertide.

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Summertide black dawns beneath the swift mass of a celestial nebulae, with its soft, unflinching star-clusters superimposed on the hot, dark mug of Space without the pale encumbrance of Time beside her, tracing lengths where all quantum properties cease to subsist, not to fall alongside the petals of its circumference.

The Summer will bring this to you, pulled from hard, fatalistic threads to weave through your psyche's sacred wet dreams, and you will rise, rise, r i s e into where the human's pneuma-sphere curves at Theoretical Physics. Soul-memory coalesced with muscle-memory, how the intricate wires that line your demeanor pale remember each sensorial impulse. Where I would light a cigarette for you on the other end of the universe and inhale from the nuclei of the last great satellite, exhaling through your hydrogen-bombed smirk and into your blood.

Layered. Obscured. Sought. Collected. You took your days to convalesce - over your neon history lines - and prevail through uncertain repose. Admonishing your fears, coddling both the joys and the sorrows of living.

The Summer will bring this to you, beneath the dark underbelly of clouds collapsing from grace into protostellar matter, in the way that chords and vox remind you of something which pre-dates your memory, wan and finished, laced and unkempt.

Are you still freezing orange-bled-blue shafts of light through the sound-Space, are you still free? Unfettered, you sleep, and dream of nothing, only the slow bleed of the seconds, beckoning you to lift with the Sun:

The Summer will bring this to you.

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