Transmission 01
your pulse is fractured
your vision knows no border of without/within
your sense of solid time has gone to the gods
and a quiet rest nourishes your soul
until the next wave of psychedelic bombing

"structure structure, rupture rapture
snappy cracky logic-eating velicoraptor
a hat full of facts & books without chapter
chaos bombs in the wombs that matter"

still snow whiten and dust my dirty heart
let the melting wash my sins away big dirty rivers of it
christian or alexandrian
the fertile earth must bleed its mysteries

dust on breeze, stars sneezing true transmissions
magi, spectrum, crystal consciousness, anenome and herd
let the one creative rule raise your hairs and prickle
like shadows from infinite, distant pasts possible

this is no rhyme of riddling, fiddling fingers
til the mirror cracks wear thin
this energy we are living in
emerge without from down within

the witnesses of wonder
will not be judged