aurora: the child is a man inside. many lives many lives. the daughter is a different child, the boy is who we see. they've missed each other very much. ages pass and monarchs rise and fall. the nature turns itself around and within is without where withal they find themselves entwined; a martyr and a prince. dancing on the stones that prate and sing that iyouwe is good. preschool kinder kindred matrimony: welcome home. no place like home: third rock from the sun. many kings many kings many kids. ivy leaf a flake a drop. many lives many tries. groups conglomerations legends myths and folks. many tries many dies. iyouwe alive again: the boy a prince, the girl- and i am the third.
what do you see? what greats do you stand upon? though standing always upon you as well. what pain within you gripes? what love makes rise your elemental tastes? these and many others have i known. you and many others i have loved. touched and tasted these hopes and homes that hold themselves together like a thread. avalanche escapes- the titans seem to tremble and i know them well. the tale involves a threes. gestation and a many end particulars. only all is multiplicity! and all these are expanded but contracted and- all is one! strength courses through the muscles of man and otherwise; be child. listen to the story that is told throughout the weaves and throes of time and spheres it winds and widowed dead desires love anew press your pores enticing them to swallow and be nourished: it is written. it is spoken. whispered on the tales of angels all around the peaks and valleys in an inner dialogue. illuminated! i am overtaken, washed in light and vacancy, oh still. oh silence be a bastion, wake the innards of aurora!
