paradoxcycle
Bluelight Crew
when my time comes will you throw lilies to the sea and spread my name like fireflies across an open sky? will i become echoes? the ghost you see in slumber?
we are growing, if only by accident and i am in love with the sight of it, in awe just here watching the excavations taking place, the unearthings of great longings and watching surges of lights and limits float by. i am a subtle sum of moments strung together by rapid moving pockets of energy: i am nothing if not the capacity to be as i choose, when i choose, however dark the sunshine turns. this is the turning of the tides, as thrust on us by the gravity of the moon, the flow of rivers, from mouth to gateways, floods to quakes, quarks to stardust, ashes to ashes, and again.
we are growing, if only by accident and i am in love with the sight of it, in awe just here watching the excavations taking place, the unearthings of great longings and watching surges of lights and limits float by. i am a subtle sum of moments strung together by rapid moving pockets of energy: i am nothing if not the capacity to be as i choose, when i choose, however dark the sunshine turns. this is the turning of the tides, as thrust on us by the gravity of the moon, the flow of rivers, from mouth to gateways, floods to quakes, quarks to stardust, ashes to ashes, and again.
