10/9/23

Silicon illness is a rash and what’s more tragic than that? This  feverish still, pent up, all energy in rapid motion with no release: closed system bound for implosion. Our feral beatitude merits an open plain with ripe, full bodied gazelle and their tempted. Frenzied battlegrounds of expulsion like floral bloom bursts. Unencumbered stretches of earth furrowed in seed. Ground and spirit demarcates diversity in divinity. The peace of the temple, your loosed attachments, serenity in voluntary loss — and a community with which to justify them. Or disregard your chains, strap on the sanctified lambskin and let flow the water basin.