Enpower
In Power Cause There’s Space To Be Dug Out To Be Carved Out Melted Via Pyrokinetics The Softening Of Wax Push Through In Power I Never Knew Was Mine To Hold In Power Where There’s Power To Be Found In This Need To Be Within And Without And In The End It Brings Me To The Rhetoric That Responds To Itself In Power It’s If Revenants Are Just Ghosts In Their Shells It’s If There’s A Harnessing Of Heavens And Hells In Power It’s As If The War Ended And This Space We’re Suspended In Above The Earth But Below The Stars Is Our Home Now Our Hearth In Power Of A History Ripping Across Aeons And Points Of No Return Rope Burn From The Tether To The Anchor Of Perseverance In Power Of Words Spoken To The Sky Out Of Condolence In Power Of Stars Long Gone Telescopic Wormhole Supernova Gazing In Power Of Gut Feelings Being Guardian Angels And Heart Burn Being A Regurgitation Of Hydrofluoric Acid Geyser Through The Sternum In Power Of The Slime That Allows Me To Flux And Flow, Separate, And Finally Come Back Together In Power As The Folds Unfold Into My Glowing Bioluminescent Baby Blue Mucus Flower In Power Of The Calm After The Storm Being It’s Own Residual Power Feline Hiss Ripping Across The Air Until The Octave Descends Into A Roar That Rumbles The Core In Power of Persistent Praying Mantis Patience In Power Of Debris Clearing Clouds Dissipating From The Cut Of A Blade Crafted From The Finest Refracted Starlight From The Skyscraper Of My Boundary In Power Of A Border In Power Of A Threshold In Power Of My Portals That Shred One Another In Power Of New Paths To Be Hollowed Out To Be Filled In Again With Light In Power Of The Lines Between Internal Organs Made External, The Vibration Of A Pulse Pulsating Becoming The Flutter Of Wings Granting Flight In Power
Flutterpulse
What Does Your Gut Whisper To You In Between Murmurs And Gurgles? Large Intestines Lined With Larvae Squeaking, Squirming, And Ready To Tear Through, To Give You Butterflies Like They Ought To. Much Like Them I Want To X-Acto Me Open To Show You What’s Really Inside Underneath The Subsurface Scattering That Teases Something Bright — A Sentient Light That Melodically Dims And Shines As If It Had A Pulse And It Did Because You Swallowed It With Ease And Without Intent To Heave — You Couldn’t And Wouldn’t Even Though You Thought You Should Have.
You Don’t Remember This But You Don’t Need To — The Mirage That's In You When You Dig Deep Enough, Scrape And Scratch, Blisters On Knuckles And Nails Torn Back You Eventually Reach The Ephemeral Phantom Spherical Fifty K Kelvin Contained Flame That Was Left In You — Using It’s Shadows To Illustrate A Finger Puppet Show About The Origin Story Of What Faith Is What It Feels Like For You But You Don’t Pull The Wires Bound To Your Fingers Contorting Your Faux Ventriloquist Shapes, Cuts, And Poetics — Your Digitals Are Bound By This Excavated Glow. It's Photons Pushing Forth Like Rays Released From The Shelter Of My Peritoneal Lining After The Storm — There Is No Calm Before.
There Are No Olympian Flames That Burn This Hue Of Blue — No Titan Planetary Burden That Compares Or Contrasts, Contracts Or Expands The Buoyancy Granted Via Veined Hot Air Balloon Lungs The Potential Of Where They Can Take Me. I’ve Given In Now, Almost Completely, And My Aorta’s Aliferous Nature Is One Of The Ways I’ll Reach It, Bear It, And When I Consume It This Time Not The Last Time But The First Time That A Former Iteration Won’t Have To Remind Me Of How Good It Burns My Throat As It Crawls Back Into The Pits Of My Gut Feelings...
This Internal Sensation Of Crawling Gains Momentum And My Nervous System Tickles The Feet Of Fetal Hunched Limbs Of Light — Toes Scrunch Causing A jagged Break In Shine. The Limbs Extend Into Rhythmic Kicks And Slow Guided Grace Imbued Waves Via What Are Now Arms...the Waves Signal And Guide A Ripple Effect. The Light Begins To Find Its Pace, Spot, And Form Within An Orbit Of Humanoid Doppelgängers Enfleshed With The Amygdala’s Gyri Moving As A Corps De Ballet Of Afro Adolescent Dancers At The Speed Of A Vhs Suspended In A State Of Fast-Forward...the Glitches That I Sense And See Throughout This Nervous System Are Flashes Of Friction Generated Static-To-Lightning Coming From Another Side — A Veil Being Shredded For Nanoseconds To Reveal Blinding Fluorescent Lavender Fractals That Are Gone Just As Soon As They Appear But The Nerves Push Through The Fear, Apprehension Is Near But Choosing Flight Offers A New Heaven With An Option Opposing A Fight.
Aetherflies Enthralled In Autauri’s Swan Song
It Feels Like Armageddon In Fleeting Moments Of Ecstasy When They’re Reaching An Edge, The Peak Of Their High On The Atmosphere That They’re Inhaling And Exhaling — It Isn’t A Vapor But Something Akin, It Shimmers With An Ephemeral Flash Similar To When You Forget That There’s Foil In The Microwave...it Sparks In Moments But Mostly Looks And Feels Like The Heat You May See Blurring And Bending Space Off Asphalt On A Hot Summers Day. It Moves Slow, The Eye, Rocking Back And Forth Up Down And Side To Side Sucking Into Itself But Breathing Out And It’s With This Pulse That It’s Confirmed As Alive...A Bit Of A Non Blinking Eye But It Doesn’t See Via Light Hitting A Retina But Instead Detects Infrared Radiation From The Warmth Of The Bodies That Can’t Help But Cling To It. With The Body Heat That Clings Its Tendrils Become Visible, Flashing And Flickering Gold With Iridescent Undertones At Times But Mostly Gold As All That Comes And Clings To Its Ether Warms Up And Darts Back And Forth Crashing Into One Another. The Bioluminescent Gate That Surrounds It Breathes Too — The Closest Thing I Could Describe It As Would Be A Rose Without Atoms But Made From A Light, An Aquamarine Leaning Towards Green Glow That Feels Warm And Just As Alive Too.