i n p r o g r e s s

This perfect image is perennial.

The standing fog that sifts through the slumber of the night

and the indelible workmanship of

towering mountains peaking through the fiery light

of dawn are only glimpses of absolute atonement.

You are sculpted, carved, and polished from

divine admiration- you are beloved.

Every crooked line and wounded breath are

letters addressed to the One with us, the One

who showers the horizon with dazzling colors of

unbelievable exposure.

You are a tender blossom, arisen from the groundwork

of detailed delicacy.

The One who epitomizes perfect beauty

held a brush to your curves

and channeled an inner enchantment to

create a flawless masterpiece.

The only truth you can hold is

your vulnerable, naked soul-

struck with an electricity of unadulterated majesty.

The dust of the world’s lies rest upon your eyelashes,

but you blink away the dark cloud of blind apprehension

and set your sights upon an illuminated

adoration.

Let your broken layers fall upon the fragile ground

and stand with sights soaring with a formidable

smile spread upon your face.

Collect the petals of affirmed compliment

and embrace the undeniable of your

emboldened origin.

You are prepared, you are purposed.

You are in progress.

p e r s p e c t i v e

How arrogant of me

to be so misconceived

of your height and my death.

A pebble masked by layers of sand

forgotten by children playing on the beach,

the father hand picks me- to collect

to clean

to show.

How simple of me

to be so expectant

of greatness and perfection.

Broken, broken

like a piece of glass shattered

even put together by human hands

will never appear original.

How ugly of me

to assume I deserve

better than this.

Glimpses, that’s all this is

and yet it’s fleeting

so take advantage of its

edges

and gems.

t h e b o d y

It’s intricate, isn’t it?

Rigid and fluid.

Strong and limited.

With automatic responses to every sound, every step, every swallow

I haven’t noticed.

I don’t need to think, I simply breathe.

In and out.

in and out

My chest rises and curtains fall.

Grasping and pulling and falling down- we are formidable.

Gasping for air amongst a grey blue sea, crashing into my veins of reckless contingency.

I am a puddle of vulnerable atoms after the clouds and there- the sun peaks in rays of endless beauty.

I breathe my last breath to open my eyes to a paused universe.

in and out

Can you hear it?

It’s a pattern of routined echoes of the ocean’s greeting pushing through my chest, I am alive.

Truly a cosmos of infinite sensation and pleasure grabs the attention of not only another

but ourselves.

Chills running up my spine in a wave of endless passion, flooding my mind with dazzled nirvana.

Sweeping past my soul like a fleeting breeze.

I stand on firm foundation, softened by the sand-

the energy courses through me to force me to move.

The chilled water caresses my skin and I wonder of another’s touch.

The mind is wild and my body is tame- a paradoxical current of perplexing majesty.

Breathe and enjoy.

w a l l e d

Please. Let me keep going.

No. You are limited.

But I am strong.

But you are weak.

Am I?

It rests between my fingers and I do not waver. Swayed only by the stars of sleep, I

awake. I continue on darkened, narrow paths with only bruises. I am not broken. I hold

myself against the grain of this world, of nature itself. Age graces me with wisdom, not

limits. Dancing, writing, speaking, and all- I can do it. I shouldn’t cruise, I was meant to

fly. Can you not see? I am not bounded, so let me keep going. Please.

That is not enough.

But it is the truth.

It is not.

HUMAN

HUMAN: Welcome

HUMAN: Quote

This perfect image is perennial.

The standing fog that sifts through the slumber of the night

and the indelible workmanship of

towering mountains peaking through the fiery light

of dawn are only glimpses of absolute atonement.

You are sculpted, carved, and polished from

divine admiration- you are beloved.

Every crooked line and wounded breath are

letters addressed to the One with us, the One

who showers the horizon with dazzling colors of

unbelievable exposure.

You are a tender blossom, arisen from the groundwork

of detailed delicacy.

The One who epitomizes perfect beauty

held a brush to your curves

and channeled an inner enchantment to

create a flawless masterpiece.

The only truth you can hold is

your vulnerable, naked soul-

struck with an electricity of unadulterated majesty.

The dust of the world’s lies rest upon your eyelashes,

but you blink away the dark cloud of blind apprehension

and set your sights upon an illuminated

adoration.

Let your broken layers fall upon the fragile ground

and stand with sights soaring with a formidable

smile spread upon your face.

Collect the petals of affirmed compliment

and embrace the undeniable of your

emboldened origin.

You are prepared, you are purposed.

You are in progress.

How arrogant of me

to be so misconceived

of your height and my death.

A pebble masked by layers of sand

forgotten by children playing on the beach,

the father hand picks me- to collect

to clean

to show.

How simple of me

to be so expectant

of greatness and perfection.

Broken, broken

like a piece of glass shattered

even put together by human hands

will never appear original.

How ugly of me

to assume I deserve

better than this.

Glimpses, that’s all this is

and yet it’s fleeting

so take advantage of its

edges

and gems.

It’s intricate, isn’t it?

Rigid and fluid.

Strong and limited.

With automatic responses to every sound, every step, every swallow

I haven’t noticed.

I don’t need to think, I simply breathe.

In and out.

in and out

My chest rises and curtains fall.

Grasping and pulling and falling down- we are formidable.

Gasping for air amongst a grey blue sea, crashing into my veins of reckless contingency.

I am a puddle of vulnerable atoms after the clouds and there- the sun peaks in rays of endless beauty.

I breathe my last breath to open my eyes to a paused universe.

in and out

Can you hear it?

It’s a pattern of routined echoes of the ocean’s greeting pushing through my chest, I am alive.

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Truly a cosmos of infinite sensation and pleasure grabs the attention of not only another

but ourselves.

Chills running up my spine in a wave of endless passion, flooding my mind with dazzled nirvana.

Sweeping past my soul like a fleeting breeze.

​

I stand on firm foundation, softened by the sand-

the energy courses through me to force me to move.