unpredictability narrows; 

July 2025 (♋︎)

the mind is a paradise

i etch this insight into stone with my vision

my repetitive attention to it burns away in a cursive ℳªℊℳª

{magma}

there is safety in again⏤

repeating patterns

so much so i become bored

i rather dig for the unknown like a fox

feel dirt under my nails keeping me company

i crave movement like the core of the earth

i bubble,

i move ,

i remain hidden but felt

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im embarking on self-hypnosis

like gravity, they need me

they have to-i have to

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i bubble,

i move,

i remain hidden but felt

my internal goals and lengthy ambitions to be, exist as ibs does

they bubble

they move,

they’re remain hidden but felt aware

the engine unfurls,

the engine of my life, & there remains a blueprinted map

i read it like a lens turned to microscopic patterns

the insight is debri sifting, gold mining, awkward patience, and betrayal

i can handle it

deciphering the moment leaves me animal hiding behind grass

i am not hiding

i tell myself i am hunting 

i lay ready like an extinguisher

focused like midterm

collecting dust in my past time

they find me always like im built of velvet

silent like snow

i crave an item broken off from me to settle and join my expanse

we’ll embark on an unison like we practiced this dance

i crave ambition as a cloak so i study the snow

i only enjoy it at 3 am when it’s untouched and every flake cascades into a gentle rest

walking on snow / crushing it,

i’m unsettled when it’s crushed during walks

movement bothers me

i must get over how i can hear the time scream

as the research is objective

i have a hard time accepting man-made change in real time

this is why i remain quiet and watch

i think of the me of myself surviving the ice age as i become stuck in glowing amber

stillness can never outrun me

i predict a collision with solution oriented upheaval soon

people beg me to be volcanic

i don’t engage in a resting eruptioned way

but i am stuck in resin and there is no trouble because i feel safe and there’s no oxygen so i don’t feel so bad when i repeat myself or laugh for too long

this insight is lethargic and hides during winter

but i say hidden, it says rest

i am realizing that i am not that understanding, i need a mentor to pull this confusion from me

i am not confused though when i go to sleep. i spent the whole day coming back home from playing mentor

it is getting so real in here, i’m up next for a monologue

it has 28 run on sentences