JjM — O R O

Recommended listening:

(on repeat)

an inquisition,

an inventory,

an ingress.

Steadily billowing,

on some strait, between two nodding celestial bodies,

darting through Foucault’s arcs,

peering gently, into the generated infinities,

wondering, idly,

Where has my body been?

and upon what height,

would the ascended tendril find vanishing,

flowing from such nostrils, gilded and flaring,

as would do from a fool so tenuously maintaining hold on reality—

to deign the presupposition of being able to provide reconciliation

of said seas.

yet within such grandstanding,

if there is to be a revealing,

it is to be of the thickets, and of the hymns, and of the ribbons,

shook loose from the pocket:

the trustless vessel

and now upon the waters,

all things collected, splaying outwardly,

cradled in a tidal mirth,

turn and begin to speak.

All the while aglow—

embroidered by the tilting gleam.

Surface Tension // 泡茶

Jonathan: crestfallen

Seen here embodying the shared misery in bloom re: the tenure of a rigid little demigod in masquerade.

In a tempered agony and growing dehydration; he contemplates whether or not to engage one of the many oncoming semi-trailer trucks on the underpass below, corporeally.

This is our third attempt to leave the state of Arizona.

2 am. Rental Vehicle #4.

Hertz is a death cult.

a day as new ribbon:

weaving quietly, between the gaps of fingers,

at once, a gossamer knot

a day as sonnet:

sodden, though triumphal.

keeping time in oblique harmonies

ghastly pattern emergence.

and now,

hands bound in lesser fetter;

a pause, an easterly gaze—

a tallying of sums,

a cry of wealth.

which, to be fair,

isn’t very surprising,

when primarily being considered,

is an echoed gait,

dotting along corridors of sapphire.

Maybe it’s all in the count.

All praise belongs to the Mocha Valencia,

and to the Camino Rosé vinegar pancake:

Totemic bliss seed.

It’s been about 3 months since starting this.

Months of fits and starts,

looking and looking and looking

Stella and I I have been working on the house.

We bought a coffee table, and cleaned up a bit of the excess.

It’s really coming together here.

It’s a small house.

It takes time.

Struggle though I might,

I find myself unable to contend certain buoyancies.

Silt through the fingers,

isles in bloom.

and yet,

from my window, in Patmos,

these same leavings spilled upon the canal,

form diadems.

Revisiting this celestial course,

Looming obelisks of granite on either side,

a modest ferry through a gilded corridor,

though of lessening concern,

is the salinity of waters.

Or the totems lost to it.

Days now spent,

Head down, carving wood.

Sunbather // 平衡

new earth packed firm,

growing all the more steadily,

I hack and I saw,

I hew and I burnish,

I build and I build

few swaths of earth provide so great an exchange

Funny how such an idyllic setting would yield 2/4 of our traveling party (myself included), at different times incapacitated from previously-incurred dehydration.

Legend has it, you can actually hear Mr. M*sk’s terrible laughter emanating from the pool of water mirages on the I-10, on the hottest days of Summer, as yet another Tesla-driver is sent to Urgent Care from mild heat stroke.

He is truly so dumb.

It’s wild.