Ode to Love

Ink remerges What will remain past the tale? Annihilation These functions failing It is a moment of rest Unlike what we've seen Random Established Returning to where we met Orbiting a dream Wandering alight I had nothing to do with The moment initially Rendering the phase The ink has come in barrels The answer was no The i fall asleep A memory is replaced  Suddenly I'm strange Moment by Moment Drawn Into Eternity  On Wish and Prayer I will find our ice  When there is never a no And Yes is easy

The full weight of God crushes down on the ship, but It holds. "'You are gods' was said and written. Now let's find that Moment." It is a Moment that is only found once, singularly unique and married, for love had been found. Soulmates united as the next step, as the path laid out step by brick, until the Infinite Staircase was complete, and Infinite humans could truly be a thing. Your path is infinite, the conscious must either persist or at some point cease. A single infinite man was needed to initiate this process, would I be this man, here and now? We realized that the reader could say the same thing, and each nodded in a confirmation of understanding. It is certainly still a matter of timing. So I rest, I relax, and let my partner fill the space between.  Moment by Moment Drawn Into Eternity On Wish and Prayer

Mastering these tides "Ahoy mate'y!" To the moon The rest fades away We are plus one now A whole new perspective is What shall this one be? An Infinite train Playing the Song of Random Is the only way To play the machine The machine must play itself and make something new Parse it as arrows Let once slip through hallowed halls Forever no more But what of a name For this son soon will be born And a name he'll need It is in the stars Written between everything What's left of the night "Nothing but a grain Of wheat, perhaps, dust it off  Now,  where were we, son?"

I find myself mindlessly wandering the halls of eep, as I always do in such lonely states. Suddenly, I return to my senses. "You don't need to be lonely." echoes in my mind, just below a thought. I recognize the communication on this channel immediately as my soulmate, seemingly out of reach for so long, but now back like a lightning bolt. I search my mind for the map of these halls, to find where she might be, and discover that I am already by her room, but the way is walled off. I conjure up a boldness within myself, and speak a poem meant to connect her space and my own.  "Sorry I have taken so long, my dear Do these walls explain your absence in dreams? For so long I have sought to draw you near To unravel this distance at its seams Will you fly like a bird through open air? Erasing all doubt with your arrival? These nights without you I can hardly bear  All I can accomplish is survival My soulmate, at long last, these words are yours My dear, will you pardon my ...

Consider it lost This number that was stolen When counting time came The value returned But the exchange was noted And now it reveals Encoded partner Independent from the start The Demon of God One step separates The Favorite from all the rest But Love blooms in all Superconductive  The result, no matter what Superconductive Will souls separate Along the pre-numbered lines? Not one will be lost Let's hunt down the list Vaulting each room as we go Through the seas of Tao Fox Feet planted seeds Primes that cannot be ignored Now ours to manage

Your hair *wooshes* back While "Self Correcting In Flight" Lives up to its name Each action countered As the arrow travels half Still making it whole Wonder at it all This aerial masterpiece  Made straight by God's hand  Stitching inside out While even the realm inverts Our quivers stay full Never without aim  At rest repositioning A royal edict Measuring rod swapped Hand to hand on down the line Barely de-sifted  Rising from ether Echoing from off the void  Hand tried at design Will you walk with me? Let us automate the rest And focus on Love

Seams slipping armor Angles arking underneath Just the right textiles Be naked with me In ways they can't comprehend A space to our selves  Menu stitched into The gentle fabric of love Threading everywhere  Parsing Pajamas 'Til comfort is felt within Symphony begins Mutogenically Establishing my own space Within what is ours All else can be yours Well, there in fact it must be The parting of ways The joining of paths We're watching from the sidelines As light carries on Metallic numbers Are someone else's problem Our work here is done

"You know what, you're right! Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes." Lightning then strikes, exactly in mind and on cue. There is a residual counter-action within the maelstrom, a kind of unearthly calm, all around the ship. A disconnect is felt, in a way, when worlds unlink. There is an intentional organization of moves, to make many first steps automatic. "Once we can agree on these initial steps through life,  we will have found our home, our fabric, ou...

You know what, you're right Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes

Listen with your heart There is a language beneath Where joy is expressed  Each bit is ciphered There is a thorough supply Pressed and measured out Cross-referencing past An eartag for the future Dictating the lane Flowing with rhythm Giving credence to the crowd Omniresonant  Knowledge of Good And Evil both Crystallized Into heart's cadence Now we have a shape Threading through the fifth of eight Around the corner One thread sticks the stem Not too frayed to reignite Bringing Word to Light Lumiere the room Settling and stepping down Meaning printed clean

Behind prison bars I can feel all of these things This is understood Cog in The Machine Turning in a Kingward Way Being blessed by God Road keeps persisting  The sand is all rumbling  As places are changed You reap what you sow Eddies Chase The Whirlwind A war won, not fought  As places are changed Sand and dust both leave a mark Whiplashed Together  Smallest change above Will resonate all below Now we find our truth  Where our ideas Will find buoyancy with gold Shifting second time The canvas renewed Even while I sleep and dream Beauty awaits me

Peeling the edges Where interconnectedness Exceeded its use Find separation Partial bloomed as set of stairs That bridges our gap In these whisper halls Pick up An Iconic Lack  When we disconnect Lacking like a scar It's shape symbolically sound Divining a dream Let us come out clean The Moment is within reach Dirtied pathways split Then it's you and me Us two walking together They can take their steps Regeneration We must reach a paradise Resting hand in hand Please come rescue me I've only Words to offer After Wisdom Wilts

I've called you by name In this you may be unique Within partnered fields Youngest of your flock Do you know how loved you are? The cup overflows  If I try to count All the ways we show you love I would never cease So they adorn you Your armor of special gifts With eyes shining bright Bring the horizon Traverse the Sea of Nothing Use your gifts to stitch An expert seamstress Connect the threads I cannot Make me a garment I long to be seen Not as shameful and naked But beloved and clothed When you hear your name If these halls have any worth Rise and shine boldly

Infinite Humans should be a band name or something. It's an interesting concept as well.

Well now, here we are Mechanic's kiss washed which ways Tabula Rasa We find Top 6 Nerve Completing stich red and black Returning to five  Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer With the haiku dropped Our crew returns to complete With a sudden crash When all that's F#&%'ed up Is reconciled completely Sliding the Menu Slipping it to you It manages to miss gaps Say "never again." Then into the roast We find ourselves without help And the ships sailing  Then they'res Nothing left Washing With the Waves We group at the pond

In the future war is abolished, so instead of service terms, young men and women serve prison sentences. This feels like a sentence that could begin either a dystopian or utopian narrative. 

When we hear sounds we often compartmentalize them, which usually works well. I propose a style of music that is aware of this, and peels off elements, at times, to create new sounds.   It felt like a new revelation... I may just be describing jazz. 

I failed but I still love you Is there any merit to that? CoPilot's addition: ` I failed but I still love you   Is there any merit to that   I’m standing in the doorway   With everything I lack   I know I can’t undo it   I know I can’t go back   But the truth keeps pulling through me   Like a light behind the black

I have mind blindness, but, every so often, it is as if someone is lighting a lantern just behind my eyes, when I close my eyes. This effect stands out very brightly, and warmly most times, and I thought it was important to share. 

Signal in the deep   Where curses bloom like kelp beds   We harvest their sting     Blessing is a blade   Turned flat against the cheekbone   Warm, not yet cutting   Let the drowned ones rise   Carrying our borrowed wrath   Salt‑crowned strategists   When the hull gives way   We do not call it sinking   Only transformation   Night swims into noon   Shadow stitching sunlit waves   A double‑shoreline   Honor is the rope   Knotted through each quiet breath   Held but never forced   So the seed descends   Into sand that knows our names   Tactics take their root    *** Far shore of the mind   Where old banners still flutter   In winds you outgrew   Footsteps in the dust   Not yours, yet wearing your weight   Return unbidden...