2 worlds, 1 jagged interplay of interface...the voice of the sweet over the voice of the dramatically powered - subterfuge and the ill dynamics of domination shifting tectonic proportions all in the quest of winning over 1 soul, spirit, being.
She calls but then she denies, she whispers then cries and I am left dripping with her abuse. It does not penetrate so she tries osmosis to draw out my vulnerability into full vulture view. But osmosis don't work on solids... so i stay so, rock grounded keeping the confusion at halting distance from grey matter. The confusion exists in a state of dismembered relationships - heads and tails in wrong places. Order is not found in Cartesian hypnosis...instead it is found in the mess of redemption and resurrection. It's ugly now, it's amorphous but it's real and it's living.
2 worlds, 1 being. Dig in baby, road is forked and the time for decisiveness is round that next bend. Let's get there.
