King of the Knots

Unfold me.
Discover the contents inside
my envelope skin, kept sealed
by saliva-licked lips,
a Love Letter stuck in my throat,
Written in blood-ink,
hoping to be effortless
hoping to express microcosmic abundance.
Soaked deep in Truth,
my teeth hook onto the words
that follow my shadow
and my shadow’s shadow—
a tale between now and all past Humanities:

I am everything, yet I am nothing.
On righteous days I am aware that both are equally
magnetic.

pixography:

Juan Gatti

pixography:

Juan Gatti

You don’t know yet that I will write about you one day.

But, still, I already have.
Fall in me with love.
Reasons we need feminism:

Today I saw a girl in the gym putting on hairspray before she started her workout.

Spirituality is where light and sound meet body and soul.

Spirituality is where light and sound meet body and soul.

Nature weeps an eternal story:
beautiful regeneration after decay.

It tells the tale of humanity,
in the most unabashed way.

Translation is held, laughing above,
A reefed night blooming with light
Like the child’s eye.
Or maybe a mastered kiss,
Like the setting sun.

Tell me a love story,
and tell it to me like you still believe
in something called “A Memory.”

Wealth is the disease,
Privilege, the symptom.

A fire cannot burn,
a river whose earth meets the wind
which begot the flame.