windows of worries that will not stay dead, but drift instead into the
dreamer’s mind as a witness extension into a plateau built in the side
of the meat and the muscle… the cycles of sun and moon at times lifting
and leveling tides both literally and figuratively, marking the flow of
seasonal worship, and the agricultural framework there feeding the
starving masses… where does it go, when one decides that they must not
relent, when the rest of natural strangeness succumbs to a process of
raucous chaotic force-feeds that informative microcosms in express speed
nowadays makes possible of creating?… the signal that got dropped was
neither a left or right handicap, but the polarity has been used just as
a tool defined through exploring the living electricity that forces
possessed within organic schemes (i.e. each of us) function stirring
that woken-up sole survivor of a creative dynamic that desires
expression, projecting and splitting the signal among so many other
collectors… those inefficient tombs created from the gold of the greedy
human ghosts, left Here to anchor human desire in the distraction of
constructive energies toward neutral and negative attentions, and
promoting the material struggle of the horizontal world… the slow means
of moving along in life provided by the filtering process unique to each
individual interpretation, the path reinforces itself as the being
travels along that channel of energy, and it does take longer than
expected when the mind allows so much from the outside a residence
inside the skull…
