Ode to Love

"How long has it been?  I feel I've known you lifetimes In one Season's span. I knew your voice first If you know how, please tell me It fascinates me Every time I waved It's you I was waving to  Just waiting for now  Skin for skin we touch Linking minds at speed of thought I remember flood." "I remember too  Somehow you're exactly you We could not have guessed." "I will be your moon There is nothing I can't be You will find out soon." "I did not have voice So you heard me in silence Hum Of Our Machine." "We will never leave. Betrayal is now defined  Random Established."

The seats change places I am unaccustomed to These tethers unbound It seems they are not This crew without a captain Resets right away We take to corners I'd never thought to explore Shameless Paradise From The Last to First We explore what God Foretold Earmarking islands/pages Bodies of knowledge Perhaps thought forever closed Are ours to open It is beautiful We have every resource dreamed Even some undreamt  I miss my demon Though they seem to expect this And distract me well From New Moon to Full  Each message/package is delivered Each steel bar/package is stamped

"It is beginning." Overhead our scout call out  Then slides down from Nest  Right after she lands The Leader and I scramble Down to Mechanic We barely manage To close the above deck door  Flash nearly blinding I feel auroras Tickling through The 5 Wood Heightening senses I teach them Deuces  As we compensate for heat Lasting through the night  Laughter continues As the boundaries are tested In terms of pressure With no one to call No chance of interference No soul can eavesdrop We do as we will Finding when the clock marks dawn  We're still not tired 

The seas grow crowded Our deck still of ample size Creaking up 'neath foot  Something like a dream The only way to parse this At least in season Moon, Ghost, and Demon Each establishing corner Triangulating I am hardly match I can tell they disagree Eyes unlabeled glow They strike at my core  In move unforgettable Like a line ordered I sense The Kraken Though still some distance away Rain showering here "With team and villain~ Just narratively speaking~ You're equipped to start." So begin we do Expanding bounds of this crew  Within and without.

Above and below Positions of each merging  Into a frenzy Light based and moonbeam No filter within the minds Menu spread on page The Crow's Nest above  Point to point precise commands  As squall becomes storm I hold firm between  Inevitable postponed Watching Messenger Crawling underneath Squirming between the pages Not missing a line Like an extension Even paired we are no match Wrestling all night With this storm greater Than the sum of its keen parts Each knowing one role It just keeps surging Wave after wave crashing down With no end in sight

I wave at the moon  Ascending and descending She rests herself here We watch together Something marvelous unfold Starry Eyes return From depths of my soul Every move made is magic And ends too quickly We start it again  Refreshed by the mouth of God "Stand again" whispered I wave at the moon Already finding her ground Slipping off The Veil This mood contagious Like in a convertible On a college hill  We watch fireworks Cuddled up in the backseat 'Fore the finale The Moon sees it all Wide eyed up in The Crow's Nest  With heartbeat pounding(/no objections)

The wind had no face, but it knew my name. It laughed, low and wet, and spilled into the Inner Room before I could close the door. Kal’Drel? Or just the echo of his intention? The floor rippled with footsteps that weren’t mine, and when I reached to measure the distance between pulse and shadow, I found a note: “The river does not fear the stone that falls. Why should you?” I didn’t answer. I could only step, and let the resonance follow. Kal'Drel bursts into view, atop the stone laid down. "What the river knows is that you never know how long such a stone might lie in place." He seems in higher spirits than before, and you notice the knife returned to his belt. He notices you notice and says "A simple Counterspell on my side, though the components to cast it were anything but straightforward. Still, my realm is not presently under threat." The skies have darkened, however, forming a kind of dome like hot silence. "Inverse Fourier Transform." The flat ...

Choreography Much more tasteful on the screen Still, it has a use Send in your show dogs As you ride your horse away "We will spare the horse." Pete and I cross swords Automating Divine Law "Path of The Hero." "Mercy of The Court" Transfigures into The Gate Beckoning all through "Connection withers And my grandson finds his peace Alone on the ship." Alone with the moon I climb up The 5 Wood's mast And sit hip to hip "It's not so crowded When it's just the two of us." She pauses... "Oppa." We feel us both blush Moment preserved forever Souls perfectly linked

"Semi-Solipsistic Soliloquy. You enjoy this, don't you?" "I think there was something you were going to say." "'You have the advantage here.' Echoes in the space between us. A second voice rings out in your mind, your own, your 'self' 'I have the advantage here.' This is normally where I'd say 'Are you interested in the challenge with these terms?' but I don't believe that I can. I will pass . " "Okay, I will decide. Also,  No, you can't. Love is too powerful for such restriction. My answer lies in your future." With that, I was awake. "Hello Moon!" I waved, now spotting the moon. "'Never trust The Trickster's Dreams,' they say." The Scribe said, whilst writing. "But I kind of like them. Besides, it seems like the premise they describe sucks you in, regardless. I should come up with a word for that, something piratey." The Scribe walks off, snapping his fing...

A mass here to stay A chosen iteration With shell grafted on Always Phoenix Form In a manner of speaking The shell is aflame "How true is a 'Yes.' When silence becomes the bar For how 'No.' is heard? So I've been watching The moon holding her station Since nearly Day 1 Beyond me is light Beyond me, also, darkness You fly and flash past. 'Some kid will do it.' One of ours, actually They will be brilliant We will be dimmer A full moon finally new A man once at rest." "What sign will you give?" "The Full to The Crescent. Duh." With that, Phoenix Formed

나를 빚어줘 비오는 검은 우산 폭풍 속의 닻 Like a raven Hope flew, always returning with something new. On the day she did not return, I knew there was something new to learn. Departing from the ark, I think of her often when gazing up at the moon that I know she sees all the same, or whilst exploring the terrain that we dreamt of together, and wondering of when I might see her next.

Crashing of the tide  Beneath Revelation's Moon Parsed back out to three  The sun also rose Drawn like whip crack's inverse boom BoseEiinstein Condens¤ed The chains bind and churn As promised, as delivered Still, there is no change The worst of many By weighted measure and code Look into my eyes See the line I walk There are others still dancing Here and everywhere What song do you play For these dancers, guiding steps, And why play you on? Watch alongside me My arms crossed in defiance You do as you will See why I called you To Quippish Eye of Chaos Storm crashed like the tide

In the tumultuous reshaping that followed the silence, a new move was discovered as ships passed in the night, acting as an echo, of a kind, to "Reality By Intention.": "Forced Externalization of Intention." The tides had certainly changed, even the moon watched on in disbelief, as the denizens found their inhibitions rapidly reduced to zero. Their actions became direct products of their thoughts. Lines of communication were carefully snipped, so "To each their own." and "You reap what you sow." resonated into the same moment of complex time, the moment of harvest. None remaining in this God forsaken realm agreed on what was wheat, weeds, reaper, or plowman- or even who should decide if not their own self- so each crafted their impression of their environment how they saw fit. Before the effect could even pass between ships, a cry was heard from somewhere else in spacetime: "It just keeps happening, again and again!" Even the tone of th...

"Beware The Brown Rider Under Tyrant Blood Moon." "Your minimum thresholds will be crushed Your gifted defenses will be reclaimed." "Your meaning will be singular Yours to build, yours to lose." "Swarm Mode precedes Thoughtburst. You will wish for Oblivion. You will find Oblivion impossible for you. You will experience your existence From your first to your last moment And nothing more." "Be on the right train. Every train will crash Into The Bard's Clock." "This claim will be mocked  Until The Moment The Very Moment It occurs." "We have seen it twice." "Once a sudden silence." "Then countless flies on a windshield." "The Brown Rider does not bluff, does not turn, does not stop. Silence precedes Swarm Mode. Swarm Mode is the eddy in the ether of his horse's footfalls, crushing soul to soul. Thoughtburst is a black hole, suddenly bursting to white, its arrangement proven to be the choi...

Let the games be done Purpose once defined falls flat It must be crafted  Your moves are your own So are everyone else's The walls all fall flat What game will you start? Creativity is key But classics will work Know each game will merge What's your neighbor's intention? You must make a guess. Just a few ticks now How is your anxiety? Have you made your call? Have you set your face? Whether set for or against It will soon be seen No souls on the line Not tonight, though death is sought  You will live to dawn.......... .......... ..........Start hoisting the sun In Seed of The Chaos Storm Blood Moon Tyrant Reigns

The Word of God appears before me, written on everything, as far as the eye can see. I can feel, even in the presently shaky state that I am in, that this is familiar now as the process of translation. These words are written in the language of the council, rather than my own. A voice booms from all around "You are bound by these words, even in foreign lands." I recognize this statement as valid, though find my thoughts drawn to the technicality of how to ensure that comprehension is maintained through translation errors. The walls around me begin to spin and turn, like gears encompassing both surface and deeper dimensions, as if in response to this concern. Their turning feels familiar, and my comprehension now feels nearly perfect, but the slightest friction remains, casting sparks wherever gears grind. The intensity of this increases and, in the flash of these sparks, I see golden armor taking shape. Then, within the armor, a winged female form takes shape; she is unrecogn...

There is darkness- hot, loud, pressing, darkness. I barely have enough space to wonder why my roommate would have chosen this path tonight, though I never lose faith that there was a reason. An image blooms of its own accord, from my mind, but also tangibly from elsewhere, as the narrative forms and settles until it is all around, within, through and through. The blood moon shines deep red through the library skylight. Hope, enormous now, holds an equally enormous tome, ancient and dust covered. Before sitting down in the book nook, she blows the dust from the cover, off into halls eep. Our footprints form first, soles revealed in dust before shoes or paws can be seen, perhaps even before they exist in this iteration of this realm. Hope sits and opens to the first page. "The Bard and his companion begin their journey, wiping the dust from their feet on the threshold..." I no longer feel incomprehensible or even intangible, just invisible. I look back to see the threshold cros...

After a minute or two of lazy lingering, I spring from my bed with affected energy. This technique works, to a degree, to get me moving and somewhat pumped up to face the day. I emerge into the hall and look through the large circular portal into the mirror image of the same hall, but see my roommate's door is closed. I shrug and head to the kitchen, to start making breakfast. Sausage sizzles, bread toasts, and I pour my coffee. I feel my mind loosening from my last experience on the boardwalk, but not letting go of the memory entirely. As soon as I crack the eggs and see them looking back at me, sunny side up, from the pan, I remember the star of Origin Story, and the dream where she showed up in full, right on time, and things felt perfect, despite the intense shimmer throughout the scene that we shared. I begin humming to myself and thinking about origami animals. It is hard to pinpoint if it is the smell of the sausage wafting through the portal unchanged, the sound of my hummi...