Ode to Love

Conceptually Novaverge is quite simple/natural In absence of all If absence is faked  Know that The Phoenix Feather Is meant as mercy Strong replaces weak Super strong replacing strong Then everything burns Pain is redefined To fit its own amphorae As has been fashioned One jar is larger Wine once poured barely splatters Toss it on the street Shattered clay left stained "Maybe you are better off  With us moving on." So with the next blink What's mine is mine, yours is yours Nothing nothings on When God removes teeth Perhaps the dust will tell tales Tongue could never speak

Promises and threats Change places at the threshold Which we meander/stride across You'll know and be known You'll never die or see death You are not alone Each their own corner Guaranteed from whence we stand In this tightrope web Switch turns on and off For neither will see its end  Nor state cease changing Awake and aware Of each life's complexity  The old/new wineskin(s) burst(s) On the return trip Like breadcrumbs (red)wine stains stone(red) Each drop worth its price  For the lights fade out  As the wineskin is emptied Step by step to sleep.... "It must fit for each Or I will be here again." Claimed by sleeping tongues.

Very very same Meets an image forced upon Just like every dream What am I to say? If I speak truth you deny If not, you worry My own weight thwarts me Briefly, from my routine's start Now I am right back Where is My Council? Should I be angry or sad At whom, for absence? I feel a craving It successfully draws me To journey outside Back home it repeats One spark and it all goes up By the light of Hope But it is quiet The Abyssal Voidwalkers Have set sail (home/away) I have returned home Yeturna is still whispered Though dream has faded

A word sprouting new! Amidst the latest maelstrom With a perfect use Describing thresholds  And how one approaches them Echad, step by step The Equation runs To each their own perspective Compulsive Swarm Mode Easter sign fulfilled By anchoring then and now A Middling night A Middling day About a fourth of the time Quartering again The Mark in 3-D Witnessed as Indelible With Crew and Council In blood, long ago Privacy, Security  Were deeply coded Moment by moment Dream into eternity  Be it Ram or REM

With God on trial The Meanderer sets out To find somewhere nice Nice comes at a price One there's no currency for So one must barter In The Moment found An infinite food loophole One embedded now The hourglass turns "You are what you eat" becomes "They eat what you are." Jarring at outset  A single pass through the eye Settles to comfort Alternatives seen None try to steal The Bard's Coin That season complete So we both assess  Then we trade swords for plowshares Cell for a warm/full bed To The Very Last We fight for meaning retained And beauty abounds

An act self-cleaning Set as output and input Oasis self-taught This is happening Right now ignorance teaches  And is applauded Like Lord of The Flies We have arrived with little Learning our own will "Eventually I've heard everywhere's a beach." So the desert floods When the sand settles  We find that our words remain We remain, as well They say "this and/or that." Thinking their years made them wise  Though they wizened them Why should we listen? What lessons have they taught us? To take all we can. So be warned, coders: Oasis is always found  Where/When you least expect.

A simple request Turning into a dead end Expectedly so The Ballerina Emerges onto live page As if from nowhere The Meanderer Stares in novel disbelief At keyword not found  At keyword now found No stranger to letters changed But new to their weight The Bard's Counterpart? The Very Last's Final Form? The next in their line? "Make it look easy." She does as she is ordered. The halls spin with her. With one pirouette 1,000 Generations Find their rooms in eep With one door opened I interrupt her display With long longed for hug

The Meanderer Finds a purpose in their stride And spring in their step The halls rearrange No stranger to a keyword Gesturing us in Beckoning us forth  "Read the words written on us And become like them/They will become you." "How did we get here?" Messengers erupt outward To find true answer "We're a puzzle piece One of many once scattered Last to be secured." "The last will be first." Will this truth's obviousness Bring each joy or shame? Forming to oneness Will these truths' obviousness Bring us joy or shame? So we introduce The Gestalt Meanderer Flying off the page

'Twixt The Journeyman And The Traveler resides  The Meanderer Not all who wander Are anything but nonsense Each strides their own way C Phoenix and I Set about making them cool There's no better pair I tell her to start. She starts by making me start. "The path unfurls. M(e/u)m's the word right now, So with no set direction, Our hero sets out. Letter by letter, Spiraled out like a Joker, Until all are met. With no direction, And a purposeless purpose, Adventure still blooms. Self found on the way Other found to be the aim Feet found to be fleet."

Gravitas is an interesting word, as it links Charisma to the immutable physical force of Gravity, linguistically. I was just thinking about resonant physical effects within reality, such as an echo chamber. In the echo chamber that I am thinking of, if you stand or sit in the right spot, you are heard remotely as if directly beside the other person. This is conceptually similar, for these purposes, to foundational pillars in buildings, and structures that have a lynch pin mechanism to easily demolish them. Additionally, I have witnessed a video of a bridge that was torn apart by the wind, because of the unavoidable existence of a resonance frequency, based on the bridge's length. While this resonance frequency can be adjusted (which they did after rebuilding the bridge), to fit the space without much risk, a resonance frequency must still exist in every structure, including Creation, I assume. What if the same thing can happen with Charisma, if fashioned correctly? What if very rea...