Can you guess the media I used to make these?
I respect Silence’s blame; I miss thee just the same.
From me does the Stillness urge a disquieting benevolence coalescing into
The plasmatic burst of a coronal flare turns to a sickly flame’s green glare.
The Universe wrought itself from naught and therein do we return,
Unto a new Form.
A Thing will fall apart only to be remade into a newly fitted part.
The queen of Magnets insists on polarity because Friction is necessary.
Heresy and hearsay do not become me. Yet are they my Necessity.
Shed the veil and show thine face.
I wilt hold your place.
So tumble and flail. Howl like a feral dog into your Fog.
This peculiar part is ever of less Proportion to the W/hole.
And, the peace thou dost seek, upon being found, will be abhorred.
And, the girl laughed because she made a small error in her breathing exercise;
but, she kept her rhythm and regarded the incorrect exhalation as a ‘wrong’ key struck on a piano.
“I must keep to the tempo. What matters is the playing, not striking the ‘right’ key.”
She turned to the cat, Dinah, to see if she agreed.
Dinah had noticed nothing; and, this made the girl giggle harder and wonder:
Who is the pet and who is the master?
The girl had been thinking about thinking.
Dinah was being.
And, the girl wonders, if she cannot trust herself, why should she trust her mistrust of herself.
Then, she realized she was figuratively
asking a seashell for a sermon
instead of admiring it with determined purposelessness.