Alterity

(Alterity)? Orality

Words being sounds splashed in ink and riddled upon the conception

She spoke them smooth enough but broke upon the page as she set them down and passed this by.

 Significance of words we are each a dead language unto ourselves Just asleep striking the night hours alone Vision is as those who see it claim Precipitation of necessary and habitual blindness an ignorance of soul Economy of sensation Something bartered nothing gained Dichotomy of creation One must be Yin The other Yang Crepusculance is not an option Fallacy of perception The contention of convention

What will fill these thousand holes? Give back the broken span of attention impossible belief in souls as an individual incarnation and separation of the vehicle from self Identification refusing to come from naming Living between the (           ) A space for forgiveness An emptying of spectacle.

Textimony

Posthumously

 Prodigious

 Absentia

 in reason No why

Divisionembrace;

Two parts not whole bleeding sky in motion.

AlwayswakingwithoutsleepingFortune.Disparate.Selfless.Aptitude.Decision: a becoming

Subtle division

Am there where it was

And will not.

Functional in being singular testimony facilitate a synthesis purely ornamental and fluctuating.

The boredom of being forced humanity to construct form and creation.

Firstly these took partner with nature. The communion of

The forests and stones preceded the age of absolutes. Occurring

Concurrently in the twilight. Dark being neither good nor evil…

This was before words made whole the pain of being upon a page.

 

 

Name

Voice a calling backwards

 

Moment   um

 

Hear them and heard

 

Something shallowed

 

forgiveness for repetition

 

Beg permission for something new to grow and retreat

A once and not again

Words hulking giant then steel

Doors and no way home.

 

ALBA

LIGHT

HEAVY

FALLING

PERSISTANT

STATE OF ARRIVAL

AND DEPARTURE

LOOKING OUT WINDOWS

 

AT GARDENS NOT GROWING

 

DOORSTEPS

       BEHIND A CLOSING

     UNAWAKENING ESCAPES

FIRE BREATHING

    NECKS AND TIES FOR

MOURNING. 

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Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

A pendulum of emotions released and realized that I could feel here.. through ponderance..of life itself.. through the eyes of one beholder to another.. for which that perception can not be met. Simply we can not judge those or such facade.. without walking in another's shoes.. writing is an extension of being... not unique and done for thousands of years. Repetitive in oral and/or written form.. maybe.. but the heart knows not repetition beyond the skin it resides in.

Each fire is unique to each individual.. unless you believe in reincarnation.. I found this full of ponderance.. intelligent and skillful... yet such wisdom perceives another as fluctuating and ornamental..without having insight beyond the other's skin. Surely every human is not an empty cavity of rotted and cloned flesh.. waiting to be buried as likely the other portrayed would not be.. simple maybe but then to be admired.. In all that is life we can break upon a page or stage.. for each of us is human and vulnerable to some degree.. Simplicity is sometimes more deep than knowledge.. for those who embrace being human and live it without disecting such.. live life to the fullest!

Striking composition.. and as the content.. riddled and strewn about the page.. perhaps as a tribute and/or trite for the one it was written for. She must have had some impact to get this type of emotion to move you to such a fierce flow of visuality.. for such oral context to have created this inter-woven masterpiece of diction. Great work.. you portrayed one with a broken heart quite vividly... she must have been quite something whether loved or hated! Thank you for sharing... motivated my mind and made me think.. Bravo

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I am....amazed. I am in love with this. You played the words, and I found myself whispering, shouting, rushing ....the words...it was a tumultuous write, and my goodness.
I dont want to critique. I want to thank you for writing this. Just like this.

[Kasey Klein]

An interesting experiment I've not deciphered.