A correspondence between two neutrinos discussing past lives
the nature of the Dream Stream Continuum.
I wanted to speak anise,
let it course through the blood.
You have it, you could have it in completely,
as the Summer-moss grows
next to the Roots of Memory.
It is the Forest that I believe in,
the past-people dwell there even now.
You openly shave dramaturgy
before a cracked mirror,
the monologue ended there –
toads tell of this ideology,
providing inner peace
at the Peach-pit’s quantum state.
The thousands more generate
the Miles –
Once in the Future,
arrives a dislocation of sensibility
weeping in dissonance.
You retrograde the resonance of remembrance –
More so, It is a forest,
where people believe
in hastened particles’ passions.
Feel the epigram taking flight now.
maybe in a thousand wired forests
of the past participle,
come into the Heated Heart,
seeking Dark Habitats –
simultaneous departures .
Oblivion tangos across
dried leaves and torn pages.
I insisted on the case of the fundamental individual.
In a personal shaped energy, you have the heir synergy.
It could be from observations of youth.
I wanted that respect siphoning badinage –
metre’d adze azure for you.
Sold in Lives – these broken anapests.
As an agony of influence,
cracked casements of people –
Individuals, connotations of irony and generations,
figures scaling the dark chasm of ignorance –
their arms seek to encroach on stigmatic locations.
Create the predefined idea in rhetorical custom;
tense smoke hangs on the feathers of the clouds,
calling out like calliopes & cockatrices.
Seek acknowledgement and affirmation,
support from the diaspora of metronomes.
A lot of this –
More has another one.
Another generously than someone deep.
I have it regularly, you –
only those meandering miles of multitudes,
mulching metaphors amongst the canapes.
Understanding now the advantage of analyzing sleep –
Chronological Primitivism from the synapses,
especially since the particular practise of existential expounding,
grows a particle beard on distant stars.
Tantalizing those who sleep,
that had the diachronic lapse,
just grapes peeled beneath
the Moon’s capering caress.
They have to meet religion & the palimpsest paradox.
Note individual quatrains in quantum substitution –
the conditions were certainly ripe for rebellion.
Everything, I think, lies beneath the battlements, evaluated sleep equations, encapsulated in fairy rings & crop circles.
The future concept is to analyze –
an empty stage awaiting the next cue.