Storming
The infinitely vast code slowly continues to click, digit by digit, into demonic place. This secret language arcs through an ocean of being sending fractal branches into its cold depths. Somehow that arc strikes directly, if deliberate and slow, and raises the spine of a swelling crest.
The arc is not alone. The amplitude of the surge emerges from an upwelling underneath. Ubiquitous iterations fill in an adrenal system that excites every lost corner of the oceanic body. Those distant and still quarters add their wavering to the forced harmony of liquid constitution.
A storm comes.
It will go.
The arc is not alone. The amplitude of the surge emerges from an upwelling underneath. Ubiquitous iterations fill in an adrenal system that excites every lost corner of the oceanic body. Those distant and still quarters add their wavering to the forced harmony of liquid constitution.
A storm comes.
It will go.
posted by Breathing at 5:03 PM
2 Comments:
Sounds orgasmic.
snow here. beautiful and cold, sad and lonely. always better when viewed from inside.
did your phone number change? i am thinking i would like to talk to you but don't know if you have your same number.....
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