what i create begins from a primordial neutrality, a benign malleability
that remains untouched though thoroughly plausible as energy, to
implement in the creation of internal dimensions… we are a god of a sort
that cannot know true power, which is to say that those dimensions
already at conflict inside of our consciousness, all of those both
collective and individual distances somewhere deep… returning to the
fountain of inspired wishes to oppose a proposed antidote made from
youth, at least that repose of innocence and bliss free of constraint,
but at what point does even the word become a proposed distraction away
from what yet needs be done?… the minor contentment achieves nothing
that was not already there… there so few words in the language of
english to spin as fine a thread around the issue of losing it, few ways
definite to prevent the triggers that subdue the mortal man, and few
known absolute enemies to fuel this doubt…
