The Black Forest

Random blaghness...

Closeness Of Things Far Away...

Immersion. Blocking out all external forces...suspending disbelief. The disbelief that nothing else exists but the world we make at that moment. The more we suspend from the outside world, the more presence we have in our self-made one. The more presence we have, the more possibility we can be the fire that consumes us...

I am the fire that consumes me.  Consanguinity of impossible distance.

Immersion. Slowly I am beginning to begin again.. .

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Flotsam...

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Flotsam

Come lay a while
A simple-hearted love
Come into to love
Making to one

The mystification of sex and spiritual love
You know you want
Come. How you used to say it like we were on fire
The future may never come

It comes back to this
The past may never leave
Inside to now to one
Making tonight

"Cause everything we say and do shutters
To the beat of our own heart
Come. How you used to say it like we were on fire
The future may never come

In your eyes we've been waiting all your life
We've been waiting