time smiles slowly upon you and me; linear infinity overlaps and memories glitch like a still shimmer, a glimpse. glistening echo serene upon a lake great and perfect songs serendipidous as the sky. intention &consequence are married in schisms I&I try with thee to unfold though the unknown is a fierce nemesis, fabricated by fibres synthetic however if we tie in awareness holistic our minds eyes hands &hearts then knowledge and nonknowledge together can dance in chaotic creation. can it be called love? well whats in a word like that any set of letters can not ever kow the nature of said multiplicity...

got an astral itch, schisms in
the rhythms physik: so let us get down
t'the business at hand, permit consciousness
to roam free, ascend into virtual liberty, take
dem metaphysical spectacles an'crush'em in a cosmic
tread then march to the asymtope of death&unbirth; with

infectious laughterrr

words overwhelm and the impressions left in the imagination are attacking till light pours in on the darkest of matters, a replenishing a refreshment. but seems theres elsewhere an issue and words are hardly the place to start....