The Drummer Has Split the Infinite

Net Zero.

Net Zero. A drop in a bucket, is a zero net gain for my house. is in efficiency what my heart can fill with desire. The code kept pure in design. entanglements released. a clear stream for truth and certainty. there are more open doors than closed. and suggestions on how we manage our energy our heart our mind. streams of reality co-mixing woven, spun of the fabric of our being

Timeless caverns

I. Timelessness of collage and composites The taste of guilt and sweetness on my lips this morning surprises me It is not one over the other as much as the equal qualities of each My memory is not what it once was…are we now sleeping with each other? You masculine. Me feminine. You own the world, and me, part of it. Me passive, sweet, cute funny. You in charge, radical, changer, maker of miracles. Me tired, passed out. You drinking one more mug of tea before bed. II. Once we were prince and princess to each other, were we? And are we now counter-climatic…the drain pulled while love is leaking out newly strangers