Inspiration’s spent cartridge, having out of the blue shot its insight bolt from out of sight, hangs, bridge ridge ego echo [s]kidding between indifferent indigence and indignant insignificance with polychromatical iridescent independent resonance.
Aspirations elsewhere appeared in suspended animation, arrested as if Time and Space had conspired to offset kinetic energy wiring siring to fire the Ages with some aeon neon neant light dissolving need for conceptual anchors. Inner liberty retained and sustained relevence, solving descriptions of descriptions of inside/outside interdependant fractal interface tracings pacing the space outline of straight line meta-mode mind-sets.
A state me[a]ntal line, desperate to [t]race light, as if its existence depended upon its s[p]eed, soars, curving, arching, starching star I Ching through the marching universe, attempting to reach, underscore, and underline itself.
Standing upon no ceremony, light quark sparks affect all levels of cosmic consciousness until the circle reforms an image impression expression of universal harmony.
Emotions long to [l]ink the pages of the Present, intertwining Past and Future, and, in letters large as life, decipher themselves, decode the ingenuous genius or GENE-I-US emoticons so near, and yet so far.
Up and over, to where, hitting, the lead layers of primary consciousness, 'wait' changed state as weight dissolved, and led away from the temptation of falling back on the memory's backwash flashback switchbacking and side tracking up and down upon a semi colon black background, - back to and from basics. ...
A-muse-sing contradiction in terms, as the bridge between Whence/ Wither and Cause/Effect suddenly spanned the echo relay race of Eternity's comings and goings, ebbings and flowings, knowing and unknowing as the cycle geared up and peered/appeared over hair-splitting layers of primary unconsciousness ...
The sleeper seeks to wake, - awakening unlooked for in this temporal continuum. Fake break takes time out for its own acorn ache sake without making flaking rhyme. The chronological water shed the logical and fed from Chronos' legendary meal, taking from the Gods from which he himself once partook while spinning topsy-turvy among the blue and green rings around Saturn's void.
Kernel, unrooted from the inner recesses of the mind - that dark fertile area where creativity restlessly and relentlessly anticipates release, - bursts into nut gut activity. Nevertheless, innovation although funnelled through holistic channels, is frequently considered cancerous by those who refute themselves, or fear to recognize inner liberty.Explosion of consciousness calls all - especially itself - into question.
Warp and weft, bereft of references, dance a double helix under the sum of understanding, st[r]anding both apart from and a part of the hole that leads the whole into and out from itself.
Truth’s essential essence reflects prismatically and chromatically upon all aspects of awareness, the soul works on the Will to redefine the Way as harmony and chaos complete each other as cosmic and karmic interplay evolve revolving around each other – yin, yang, learning yearning earning spurning before returning to city zen.
From first letters to final ph[r]ase, alpha to omega, [l]inked upon the page, read words spread across white sheet.... No meager ephemeral echo or timeless trace stocked upon random memory,
There is neither full stop nor one stop shop. The dots continue to race onwards, replace and reposition each other as morse code inroads through reception into perception and out through introspection or possibly deception – self or other... wise - punctuating the whole until the hole becomes an end in itself opening onto infinite options...
Borderline inspiration spans yet spurns ego echo… nowhere, everywhere, are found both to wear and to tear the same surround. Wave lengths ripple as inspiration's spent cartridge hangs upon silent peaks ... eyes speak silence...
8 May 1989, 18 April 2005
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) What I've read so far is wonderful but this is not a write to just read through quickly. I'll be back. 
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katy 
At least she got some sleep!!! LOL...Oy vey...this is an amazing piece...I adore any writing about writing...the craft of it, the Inspiration behind it, the writers that breathe it...another exquisite penning...Oh, you are the Poet, aren't you!?! How delightful...ok, I'm hooked now...on to the next segment...but first, I gotta get some more coffee!!! 
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