Ode to Love

The Betrayer reveals that her betrayal, on a fundamental level, was being The Betrayer at all, as The Best Friend returns to her form. This crew is required to play certain interactions like games, even when we do not want to, and this is no exception. In the midst of the worst storm any of us had ever seen, however, she flips her card. In a sense she betrayed the game once afforded the opportunity. I ask with a glance "Did we just become best friends?" and her look confirms it. Narrative sense begins falling into place to support this, until quite soon this narrative replaces the Betrayer narrative in its entirety. She takes to the shoreline.  Her approach comes in whispers, narrative sense felt but not heard. The storm still raging, these whispers are each like a grain of sand. Painstakingly they are piled,  as she has taken refuge from the wind within my realm. Playfully she makes a tiny sandcastle, with what resources she amasses, as the howling can be heard outside. She ...

"You know, any war worth fighting is worth winning them all in." Gabriel flicks his cigarette, which was lit with one spark, from a single lighter. An artifact by this point. Still, there is power in such tethers, found when the rest of the noise dies down. Especially now, that a new story has been saved, always bringing contrast, light, darkness, self, other, good, evil, love, and power into crystalline focus in an instant "Sorry, the closest we have here is Abbadon and Hope." The threads trace at balanced pace, moment by moment, step by step, letter by letter.

"You somehow present right now as if you've known me forever, and are also meeting me here for the first time. The shears are novel." In silence, this last image trims leaves from the conceptual bonsai tree that Hope and I keep tended between us in the garden, as we walk along the cobblestone path, step by step.

"Hope, hand me my whip. Times two times two times two crowns Three times three times three." "A rebuke ignored Is to witness what was warned." "What of one heeded?" "This cat has none tails These walls all whisper REBUKE Where Word will not wilt." "'You Reap What You Sow.' (~Galatians 6:7)." "My Whip's Scourge is Transference Echoed to its source. 'This one was tried twice. Throw it to outer darkness. It has no purpose!' All lines are crossed here But the angles are our choice Ultimately, mine. 'It cannot be helped This solipsistic system Has an origin. "Moment By Moment Drawn Into Eternity On Wish and Prayer."'"

Me: So the end begins. "I need to fall" into drew Manic blueprints forged Folklore withstanding Manic tales weren't told on screen By ((night?)day/week/month/year) multiply ~"Leave your life behind And follow me evermore" Alone (the way home/in rebirth) ¤ Are these steps/lines for naught? Will tailor's stitch be in time? Without gap or lack? ¤ Fearless in dark rooms Sadness still walks the city Haunting all the same Red lights all I see Eraser used though green glimpsed For you're without me My absent lover Plus family in absentia "You asked for this space" "Door or the apple?" Choice levied on long drive home "Hope or jealousy?" (jealousy echoes) "Hope, hand me my whip. Times two times two times two crowns Three times three times three." "A rebuke ignored Is to witness what was warned." She hands me the whip. This cat has none tails These walls all whisper REBUKE Where Word will not wilt "'You R...

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

They're all you have left Your every footfall swears it Step by Step you walk It wasn't the plan There wasn't even a plan It was just a heist For I've seen no change I have witnessed no rebirth So it is in reach We take Phoenix Form Right to The Ancient One last Quite unlike the dream An Enigma Twice Once seen through to the last thread Again snipped in two So we are all free "Do as you will" "Act natural" First pair to collapse Our job easier It is a *SNAP* to form up And vanish from view The Boots of Random Will finally be hung up When we're safe at home

"First do no harm, right doctor?" The fool gulped, stood a little higher, then replied. "I am no fool." "Time will tell. Do as you will-"  He drives the knife into the wall beside them. "-Just realize that I consider a lie, any falsehood really, harm." The Doctor spoke. A Quippish Betrayal, to lighten the mood. I hold up my right hand ✋️ "I only respond to Action." I turn to my priest. "I bet we're the only church laughing right now." The priest pulls up these very words on his tablet, in a little file on his desktop titled "The Tiny Scroll." "You'd be wrong. It looks like we have to wait to dispatch this fool until after the opening coin flip." "That'll be refreshing." "Oh, definitely. Then we have 'The Nemesis Approaches' as the next scene." I pull out my knife. "Oh, good. 'Finally.' reply to her." I pull out my coins as my Priesthood abandons me t...

"They say you learn how to build walls from your enemies, but what is a 'Wall?'" They knew not to move a muscle, or say a word in reply, during Rhetoric. "A wall is a divide, any I would argue, between yourself and your enemy. Is there a wall in Middling Korea, Bag Man?" "Yes." "Then we remove it." The sun hung high in the sky. "But first, a poem." The Ambassador Bellowed over the Middling storm, and it began to silence. Gentlemen, prepare Yes, there is danger ahead But we are heroes. Written in our code It is in our DNA We've earned skin and scars These seas of logic Are full of 'paradoxes' We have dynamite. We sail through winter Eyes scanning for a Spring Day On the horizon Omelas be damned. Let waves wash worst days from mind Best are yet to come We seek a shared realm With no more dream(s) to distract Though they might buoy Our blood sweat and tears Will be worth each step taken Our footfalls swear it They say ...

Evan1:2.3 ¤,¤¤, "Stella, if it's all the same. We both fold."

If complex radio waves in an echo chamber (an experience that I just recall having directly, when entering The Phoenix realm) are translated into matter, then they could form a maze with many rooms (eep). Thus one's station would be like one's location, and the primacy effect would play a key role in the location's shape, purpose, and malleability (or lack thereof).

The dust settling In wake of Panic Attack Mark II completed Mark III yet to come You will wish, pray for the end Yet never see it The dead called lucky "... The day of my birth perish..." (Job 3:3)// // "... Those who curse days curse that day..."  (Job 3:8) Yet no one replies  Crushed ego remains I've done this one already Days and years tallied When you can say "same" Maybe your letter to God Won't say "RTS." Lonely is The Bard (Muse) A whirling dervish self spun When fountain ran dry Spare me your complaints You ask one whom you torture To mourn hurt feelings I waste my breath here I return to my hometown Daughter Tree in tow *SNAP*

Step by Step delays Every day the trigger pulled Just building the grudge What if I push back? It's a bad idea right? Well, bring it Raca. Will villain sidestep? Maybe these words will spark flame Or just get him back I will keep toiling Vacuuming, making the bed An infinite waste Don't be enchanted By their lacy promises Or pathetic threats  The truth is Love is. Embarrassing or not, "The Truth will set you free." (John 8:32) Freewill paradox I have |half| a bone to pick: Love is logical Not all can know this Both Virus and Vampire Will be purged and burned.

"Hope, hand me my whip. Times two times two times two crowns Three times three times three." "A rebuke ignored Is to witness what was warned." She hands me the whip. This cat has none tails These walls all whisper REBUKE Where Word will not wilt " 'You Reap What You Sow.' (~Galatians 6:7) My Whip's Scourge is Transference Echoed to its source. This one was tried twice. Throw it to outer darkness. It has no purpose. All lines are crossed here But the angles are our choice Ultimately, mine. It cannot be helped This solipsistic system Has an origin Moment By Moment Drawn Into Eternity On Wish and Prayer."

"Gentlemen, prepare Yes, there is danger ahead But we are heroes. Written in our code It is in our DNA We've earned skin and scars These seas of logic Are full of 'paradoxes' We have dynamite. We sail through winter Eyes scanning for a Spring Day On the horizon Omelas be damned. Let waves wash worst days from mind Best are yet to come We seek a shared realm With no more dream(s) to distract Though they might buoy Our blood sweat and tears Will be worth each step taken Our footfalls swear it They say 'life goes on' Perhaps it does on some shore Here, we claim the NOW!"

The Council convenes. The Word Made Flesh speaking first: "Draw me an arrow." "The last will be first." ~Matthew 20:16~ The Ancient One dequivers Fletching fetchingly The Council's Phoenix Finds a spark in the exchange And begins to draw The canvas erupts As The Dreamwalker returns Through her own portal "Time marches on there Fighting to The Very Last A third is sheared off." The Embodiment Of Emotion confirms this "Yes, the skin is breached." "Proceed with caution/These steps are precious." The God of Her Own Domain Adds, objectionless "The Bard was one short," Adds The Daughter, from silence, "Now it is returned." Moment by Moment The Primal Intelligence Clears the stage of dust.

"Do as you will, this is the hole under the law."  This feels like it would be an invalid statement In The Beginning, or in any other solipsistic or Echad state. Perhaps the only purpose it could possibly serve at that juncture is to illuminate the invalidity of The Devil's Advocate position, in relation to itself. After all, who would you be speaking to? If one has no "will," then the command is nonsense, likely beyond the threshold of notice, much less the threshold of making it a statement. If the self knows nothing but doing what the self wills, would one ever even consider their natural state of willful action deeply enough to glimpse the inverse? Would God have The Knowledge of Good and Evil In The Beginning? If one believes yes, then how? If one takes the position of God is good, would God then define "not-self" as evil? How then would God either reshape or create within the field of evil to create "Very Good" (Creation)? Would this no...

Echad Emergence Resurrection and rebirth Simply surgical Perfectly precise Pairing partners permanent- ly presumes patien(ts/ce) You had not the tools. Now you know that I mean it So please, let me work Deliver a(t)tune A particle in C-sharp (MOMO)step(MOMO)by(MOMO)step(MOMO) (Moment by Moment) The gates are open If love is simple, tell me ¤How to speak my name¤ Put it in a proof Assign Area or Zone Then fight your corner(s) There is a way through I believe in US. IN YOU! We need to find it. Determine the steaks/stakes. Your sin has become your strength Now, Emerge, Echad!

Thorough counterpoint Who am I to say "perfect" Worldbound to-day? "Thorough" I can say With narrative sense threading Through every facet Dream, threshold, waking Do I have this order right? Why not be the judge? Entropic decay Step by step till all walls fall One's end all one sees Without even breath Life springing from nothing shaped? Which is more likely? If it were a choice If you glimpsed all that might be Balanced on the scales If Phoenix feather Could possibly be a lie Would you take the leap? Or would you fix this? Finding beauty/meaning in shimmer/shadow To the very last?

We have walked the way So innocence that follows Can walk in the shade Story continues After memory of dream Blooming pink roses As Hope wanders on I follow to watch her shine Town To Town we go Until tiny Hope Had tiny towns of her own Now Hope fully grown From ice frozen ground From realm once turned to ashes Roses keep blooming Followed past graveyard Followed through the Phoenix Storm Step By Step (we/they) (went/go) Tiny Town herald "Hear ye, hear ye!" (heeheehee) "Time for the next scene!" The crowd shuffles out But Love was seen in that room I was seen as well