Venus vs Psyche

i went to meet my ex the
Other day called
Psyche,
he called me Venus,
There is a reason for all Obstacles and Maladies,
Transcendence.
Trapped trapeze artists
So I flew the other day
Without wings
Or Seraph
I look at this man-made laptop
And worry about it.
Kindly, it does not feel.
Like some random thing,
I could just toss it to the ground.
Listen for the Clash and the drop
It appears to be dumb-founded
And soundless
Possibly soul-less.
The Citrine 8-claw ring
Has pink, clear and gold pyramids shining back.
Now for my Merkabah.
Form Follows Function,
Mid Century(a-type-o architect)
Yet the Valley of the Dolls icon,
Is still the active Modernist's gaze.
She speaks with black lips.
From the $2 shop.
Halloween is her purse.
From which she can open and throw out.
Function over Form

Dawn Chorus and Metatron

Myopic spring, tulips, new energy falls like curtains, sheets of life, tangerine and lavender, all the colours are changing

Why do birds only sing @ dusk & dawn, & where is the age of Aquarian? The space-age Mitochondrial Eve?

the birds start calling at dawn, bring me some soma food - (and from another tree) Yes bring me some too -

For birds feeding, early mornings are too dark to search for food, and too dark to be spotted by predators

So instead, it's the perfect time to sing. They are triggered to start singing in the morning by the first light of the sun, 

At night, sunset cues them to stop singing. There's less noise and the air is still, Tui definitely sound better at Dawn 

Birds use songs to attract mates, defend territories, and to warn of dangers 

What type of angel is Metatron? Location - Sombrero Galaxy or the Milky Way?

Cicadas & Purity

Outside
the cicada lift their seminal skirt of song
Like a soprano choir in C
High pitched, rising and falling - a screaming sea
Assassination of the ears
and mind
It’s a pretty cacophony though
If you let it
Be
Try not to erase or inject it with your own sound cortisone
But waking in this February beach heat
Is just like Ultra Violet

Like There's Nothing Going On

I like to feel this ancient, new silence and space
Between me & me
Like there's nothing going on in my life
No quills to perform with
No hijinx to manoeuvre
Just still like getting out of it to the city skyline at night,
Metropolis, the International, the Sly Tower and such.
But there's much more of a darker tinge, even being Spring
Full Blood Moon 22 must be doing it. Like a witches cape, lazily forming and falling over the architecture,
But not like my free (italicised) Balenciaga bottle of sparkling water,
simply handed to me in the shop - 

like I can afford a tiny rhinestone $6,500 Caution-Taped trapezoid bag

I go back to my apartment instead and eat, my tiramisu with a tiny teaspoon so it lasts longer and cry beneath my once pure cotton sheets.

In turn, the IAG building morphs into a sphinx at night, light blazing through trenches of windows like armour. Perched atop a ray of other neon's and straggly structures. Some formed some unformed angles and spears

So now being in the bright East side of the tower, not the sullen West
It seems I may be on the dark side of the Pink Moon

Miss Treatment

What was mistreatment doing? 

Now The labels and alarms are cut out 

The cause celebres gone

The enter-gain-meant lost

Isolation

I will not negate here, my dear little selfie. 

All whilst battling a co-dependent gawd + society 

Quarantined, So a New round table's to be placed 

Like I work the opposite way

of everyone else

run/run fast

Hansel + Gretel

All Lives Matter/?

45 NOT 33

I learnt to fly @ 45 I flew WAY Past You

My plumes were then surreptitiously pulled to the ground

so I got up and back again,

flew,

pulled back,

flew again pulled back,

flew again pulled back flew again,

Cognitive dissonance.

I'm an Independent so what did I expect really.

Ain't you kids just the bees knees. 

Liquid Love. 

Liquid Glass. 

With Memory 

Membrane Gone. 

Very Convenient

Fermented Words N Wine While Stockholm Effect Slides By and By

giving and not receiving floored in lundia years useless peers & carrying a broken tank on less than empty The Raven drops a gift of pearl-words from untouched scales The golden light in my Winter's eye, just to the right of me. My new delish gold is a white Pristine Place In a Clear frame. Untouchable - but scratched. The New Dawn - just glistening in the cold background of Ugly Blue - calming or poisonous? The latter. And my midnight chatter which turns to medicinal sauerkraut through fermented words n wine