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[vormov]

(untitled) part 5

i used to love how the dawn pressed down on us woven like the lower grasses, meant to trample over don't mind me; i'd rather peer into this unknown than to know you better, perhaps we'd be happier apart. it feels as the worst, a rejection, but we must carry our masts forward

even when you weaken on the trial, the dirt will be your reprieve again and again. likewise spent the other side trying to enumerate how many ways I fucked up, but oh well—so it be; just a moment longer,/ i almost saw the purpose through the mirror…

i'm the selfish one the bearer of past mistakes, lover of the things we can't have knower of the tops of all the peaks. i'd rather dye exploring this new unknown gone further by the winds that blow

"A pioneer expecting the worst" / / / / / / / / / /what a joy, done forward like the motion of the very earth into the vibe, it'll break through a barrier you'd rather was left undone and all eyes are on you, devil peers only into the most interesting things we have. desperate just to keep the banjo going

can i have even a moment to catch my breath? we remember all the old things and new things alike summoned before a portion to judge, just like every measure was a mistake, each melody a misspeak. i'll drown in the dye each one anon born can't a gist never given to those that only seek just the bare minimum i am ashamed of this world; won't you seek this treasure to repeat? or will you leave it in our dust just like so many others (7/31/25—the seventh name is yours)

the quote is from the Volumes song Serenity.

[vormov]

(untitled) part 4

i never knew quite what to say though i wanted to, any less courage and i'd fall through the floor. don't mind me; gone within the next day's glory/ it's fine.

is this the end of thought? the way it can grip me like a thunderous rupture, i get carried away; less for the vultures to feed like the last time that i built my foundations, the river flooded. it's fine. the computers these days scare me, like i again was looking into the drugged-mirror, self: 'what are you afraid of?' 'dunno what it is but this place just creeps me out.'

i made a promise long ago, that i'd never give up not even for a single moment. easy to say; but a tough luck accomplishment.

would you meet me at the end of everything? where the nothings have finally drowned out all the sound a glimpse into infinite spheres and dimensions, you'd figure it out anyway. again this heat and the wind blows so close, no measure. (sigh) it was only a glimpse (7/27/25—welcome back)

[vormov]

(untitled) part 3

where do we wait for the cavalcade, like whispers of a forgotten time; spend less remembering it this will all point back to you, huh? a litefoot bourn upon a solfege. design the next frame so clean like the words just dribbled off of your shoulder, nevermind the fervent glow just below it'll all blow away with time. just you wait

the next time this specific orbital will be here is essentially never wonder how that affects the cosmos? never knew quite how to handle shit like that get carried away in idioms, let alone entire ideas or universes to travel, i could understand how far it is.

'i suppose i should thank you for being such a good sport about this'; can't remember when this all faded away though the winds could speak for us—we chose not to again, faith upon this central esoteric idea, can't think about it anymore.

as a whisper convoluting upon the echoes delve into this fortune like a miser buckled by the motion of darknesses—you'll perpetuate them. while the rest is coupled with the dispair, we all research solutions everflowing like the mouth of a waterfall; you'll see an amazon created among your thoughts just to understand it—God even only knows why. //i'll wait here in the efflorescence where the rules are different to see the divide between where we are and where we could have been, jest with me among the stars don't you wish, even one time? delve it into the pier so that it sinks a bit into that engulfed ocean of thoughts what do i even mean by saying such things? i couldn't know.

(the winds blew, blew like an arrow either forward, or back never true with the icy cold bears its weight like a glacier exhibiting its glory again blew, several colds approach don't we know.)

"up into the better parts of space" (07/16/25)

[vormov]

(untitled) part 2

id love more knowledge than the context, but that's not how the world works or how to integrate the things you suggest; i'll never know all these answers detail them at the ends of the worlds a tide we all cannot predict. it just sits up there unstoppable

maybe it was the way we did things, or sang our songs, maybe too loud again these things explain everything, nevermore we'd see the shoreline as if everything we knew below the sea was a victim to the tides, grow as they might for they can't see error like we can, let them do their magic…

its all a matter of perception, really the eyes have seen it all again, like a cycle repeated ad infinitum we'll sing these praises, can't really help it can't even get a measure of the winds that proceed against just, a headwind diving below the horizon; never go too low i'll see where you showed me; even with my dying breath i'll hollow a quite big scene if you'd let me do this… gentle giant, sleep; gate yourself to the horizon and heave.

and i'd love to understand what it means like what did those cryptic winds hear in me when i sang my peace, lessons learned again the hard way; if only i'd listen and again i'd learn to love the skies that i have dreamt of the wonders i once thought of like these things we could leave behind; birdbrained.

i'll always be a turmoil in your airstrip, let me help you go up into the dividing winds that blow fucking cold; you know. and i'll always be there with the winds last words entombed on me like a tattoo or a figure of destiny, let them sing. oh let them sing out for our faith or even attempt to measure it, i was never sure of where all of this was all going.

a motion of sequence, like the right way, poured forth, just denial that you can be a vessel of the divine, oh ye of little faith. you already pour forth the words like a fountain and it cannot be turned off//and i'd spend the next fathoms even understanding it, like i were to sweep the very edges off of this mountain we gaze at admiring the forte its summit becomes. i'll be right there somehow just lucky to be there

and forever we can peel back the various layers of reality, never to know where exactly we are, never to know truth nor lie like a bumpy patch that shook the various horizon's flame to ignite. and again we'll pour this same dumb fortune into it, a simple gaze towards the future, like we gave up everything for nothing; donations like furnishing the echoes. ("In silence, we will remain")

(07/10/25—this is less than halfway through, so we are among this web of time, or whatever you think it is. Don't fear that specific unknown—for it tells us just what we want to know.)

[vormov]

(untitled) part 1

i've lived a thousand lives before this one, the fact you can't be patient, even for a moment, is worrisome enough much less the plague of darkness that surrounds you, but i know that you can make it out alive. ***

how did you do that? draw lines in the skies like a laser and cutting through all the noise; drain the stars of their measure it'll just grow back the next night, (even brighter) allow yourself to breathe for just one fucking second/ each benchmark is my best yet. i'm just so lucky to be here

a humbling you felt earlier, the liars at work gaining nothing but kitchen-tongues fail their little test and you'll be seeing yourself out, guaranteed to placate yourself, and a welcoming to paradise proceeds. "hold up, bud, it's only the third song? why so sentimental?"

each moment lives in the inbetweens, like how sound carries on belined all the corridors with the noise you can't escape it a gulf, an ocean, lost yourself again, i'll just go. (07-02-25—this is probably a series or something, i have no idea, why did you ask me that?)

[vormov]

paid in full

where was i in terms of predictability? i'm curious how many times over or under prepared, i know we can know, but why does what it measure give us a such over the prior self or is it so powerful to know? say it ain't so, cause i somehow forgot everything— we'll have to start this all over again.

***

i'll dive into what we mean, so to speak check the rhetoric, believe it or not there are people who do so. you couldn't believe the structure around your very existence, if you did you'd cease to be; somehow this is part of the intrinsic the right-the-fuck-now, the ever glimpsing moment climes to the next and the next fathom; a laugh gathered at the canyon's walls let's go burn some wood about it. "im not sure if you get it yet? sorry maybe i'm just bad at explaining" i know you'll see what i mean eventually

known ends to decisions i made so long ago, how could anybody know i even fooled myself, the grand fool, a gesture towards the ground has me heaving. i'll go blindly into the goodnight and quietly sacred as all hell, be with me now; i'll writ just close enough knowing that you'll listen it's the simple things

***

i'll never know what this space we create means it's all just a blur every time i go, a blend of all the friends and of all the ideas we shared you aren't likely to find me here. i gave it all up awhile ago you see; quite the opposite of a the hero you had hoped to find, just a dismal eye at the sky keeps me awake at night; i'll find you again.

gate the journey however you'd like, begin it again; chomping at the bit like fathoms spilled into the ether again, clean it up like all those other times i got you.

***

i can't be mad about what the infinite's rather small opinion was for me//all i did was amplify it, people either get it or they don't (no inbetweens) i don't have many more times to do this, it either exists or it doesn't; i don't lose sleep at night for that but the sheer enormity of what you are talking about right now i'm not sure that i'll ever know, and that's okay, buddy. you'll get there one day.

why would i shake every time someone calls me a liar could i really be as evil as others have merited, truly black i'd have seen the signs of relativity at play// the least among us would know, we are at a great crossroads a pivitum of sorts, a collision of states, roads in the pass what have you. i ask you only be courteous with your thoughts, for they mean more than they did before your ideas conspire against gods, yet lay the firm bare. those among you could conjure the very ideas like a mind pyre though feel the same thing could not be recreated in reality. how does it feel to get that tesla spark, like a bolt from the blue maybe an omen, to lend it towards the forgotten. but we will keep going, electric minds engulfed like the flames of nightly obsession could only collide in one naught measure

***

(06-17-25—the scope of everything seems so enormous to the individual, so much you'll never understand.)

[vormov]

sea dragon//gleam//falkor

give through the shove, you'll know what i mean. take it with you as you go, please be aware of these things that plague your eyes; time's not on our side feel it all run away at the seems and you are at the center of it all, not like a prism; more like the eye of a hurricane

we'll steer around. give us your coords and speak no further to unknowns; you speak to us now, i'll give the infinite above me to see you face to face like the effort we put in weren't even close to even delicate spokes fall off the wheel as we careen i'm not sure i'll notice the landscape with my head cut off you won't need it where we're going…

with a breathe i'll exhale and again begin anew with the winds tailored to my flight-side, i'll know where to go when i see it. again i'll walk the endless streets and mindless eyes ad infinitum, circulating endlessly upon these feelings curated into nothings. concave my heart. bent in half like i tried to oppose the wind, the birds know better, but i am again, lost in favor of this stupidity forever like im locked into this dynastic chasm without fealty; am i like the others and am destined to die? the words don't know death like that yet, let them linger and you'll see words won't mean anything where we're going…

i lost the words again, whispered to the wind, i guess the winds always got the better of my phrasings, totally encompassed as a die cast upon the dire; i'll live like this was my last, said everyman with that failed swing to his step i'll wait while you catch up, the road is long don't feel it too hard, won't you get up don't be too true, nor can you lie to convincingly ages and lore would send you to the morgue. i'm only grasping for the straws, you don't have to be so alarmed as far as i know the longest path forward is ahead, so to speak we're gonna be at it awhile. //

just let it go no more feelings to bear no tortures to understand, you'll be free to see these skies like you've always wanted unrelenting and unsaddened. never to see the sun set unless you want to, oh beauty can't you see that the light you shed bleeds into me but i can't know that know. //

i can see the depths of the fathmic deep upon this riser in my mind each step taking deeper into this dark ether a ways away from the shore, a fitting place to drown no way out, you're gone. don't even try—it'll be agony. just drift it out till it is done chilled as the cold hand of death breaking the window upon your headrow

again, we'll be there to see the end. like we have over and over again like you can't remember so to get it out we have to spell your failure every century or two. i'm only grasping for the straws, you don't have to be so alarmed as far as i know the longest path forward is ahead, so to speak we're gonna be at it awhile. (06-02-25—"Don't be afraid of it, my child this light is the inner being, the whole core the beginning and end of all things. it is as miraculous as it is endarkened//fear it not.") (inspired loosely by the title'sake songs by the band Covet (and a half dozen others))

[vormov]

"...Telling Tellers Tell Me..."

they won't be able to see you send the signal, no they won't ever be on your team, nor featured as such they never believed in you like i did, they don't know me like i do i've been on this ledger of life and death before, i can predict its path will go a ways into the absolution like a spaceship towards the untethered aether. and they say they understand the psychadelia. what a fucking waste

how can i obtain that notion, that lets others know that i've messed with the wrong mesons, a peak upon the leering edge, like i purposely dove into the abyss to get back at you, who would do such a thing? who would sabotage themselves so fully if not for the reasons specified. why would you say that i had this jaded falter when i so opposedly connived against you. i'll never learn this plagued fathom will always derail the faithful, they'll never understand it the way we do. concaved into the seem like i wrote the edge of the razor's blade nope, not even close to the end. i could never be that lucky i'll forgive you for misunderstanding me.

this desert will break and renew like this speech was foreign to all never quite saw the spark again so soon as if i were the poem alive, so dramatic. in reality it's more dismal than you can imagine, i've left the reason elsewhere in another timeline notably disaster as the words pour down the mountains as a flooded pour; i'll never forget the times we spent

if i can glide all over, then echo the lights with that soft filter make sure that we'll acknowledge the discrepancy and denounce it, so it goes. "sit down//stand up" and go again for breakfast in the mourning.

i'll give myself on fire to take a single step a ways away from here, to the place where i belong i'll go with it to the grave if i have to.

split the reality in two or three, maybe you'll catch up eventually cat and mouse game of wits plagued by the elongated tongues of the mad so divine. and i'll write the compass in half to show you the god damned horizon if it could be enough for you. i'll even linger into the similarity and float into the gone but with a vision of forever in mind, i can still go among the lively forward to let the everything matter. and i'll go, still glued to the behind-me like the words couldn't even suffice; i'll feel like this echo of madness knowing that im the worst to have it. "so it goes"

i wake up everyday to consider why im awful i take every opportunity to demean myself, even give them the ammo to destroy me; oh fucking well. like id even think about living my life within the winds of corrupted others; i'll watch your lips when you pierce me with the lie. and so it goes, lightly blowing the winds of faith away like the rush to lunch from the church's less-than-this-decade gonzo. i'll just go then

i can keep wandering, this isn't for you to fucking know. i can waste my space and time away, promised to another you never knew i'll see you with the new whisper of the winds, nor the fake bellows, as if they could emulate the divine forge, again we'll see how we can serenely fuck everything up; and i'll always be waiting in the aftermath.

treat each lonely moment like it was the last thing you ever thought, could you speak then with such confidence?; knowing the difference was the only thing possible. i think i might just drift forever more… with luck we can escape the heliosphere.

and again i'll weep for i am a coward and weakness is becoming me, but if you let me think about it for a moment, i'd let you know that other people figured out that you are wrong. forgive me or so it goes

i'll always keep going though these words keep me from an understanding, list them with me as companions to the endgame. i'll forgive you for misunderstanding me.

(05-27-25—I wish I didn't know, but it's too late now.)

[vormov]

concavity (light the pyre)

ive been here long enough to know stop asking questions, seriously its dangerous to keep going like that, I know and in dividends i'll live among the escapists finally finding the exit strategy.

let these skies and the mountains never cease i can show you the most unbelievable spot in the sky, high up where mere mortals can't be we can dance above them. and like the ether flying around us at wind we find the gaze just a bit too red-flagged to boggart.

"please bear with us as we experience some turbulence" a great gale did wind it's presence upon us with that cold darkened, cool to the bone, each spoke iced and hanging as if the sun can't quite see them.

among them sun-gazers, we are such a stupid lot as if we understood the supreme power exerted by the greatest of energies that can be fathomed for even lightyears to come, our little ball of fire, come let's get close and i'll light the pyre.

overcame by the loss of light, i can't quite see straight like the failure of selves was transited by a gaping lack of understandings. i'll die before it ends, but just so you'll know…

"Stay with me As we cross the empty skies Come sail with me" eventfully low as we progressed forward, each step without a bated breath / nevertheless we'll find a way to explode or figure it out as if these things were only mere illusions, no! it is as real as the stones beneath us or the skies above. ive seen this one time before, like in a way ive done all these things in another life, can't quite see there or can't get there from here, not sure light the pyre.

i'll always appear where the light exists, meaningful and luminous a gaze to the sky would see a splendor if only it weren't so polluted with all these suppurative lux and i can find the way daunting. became another overnight as i found myself again in the darkness, feel all of your blood bleed back in with all it's warmth trickle by trickle drop by drop we see it engulf and take plunge fortunate enough to have caught the high tide…

i'd level the distance with you if only i could see the horizon let it be known that i tried, turns out each step is hallowed ground none to becoming, less it favor a cause, not that our being weeps it just feels so much all at once, never to have seen it again nor all at once, leeks to the meager align it to the sun. just jettison our faith, we need that no more neverminded those that felt goodly towards us—no need let it chaotically feature its way into the legends, aspoke unwhispered for all of us we'd unite, if only the next song wasn't such a slog can't stand any of this, call me jaded but i'll only listen if it matters. "I feel sick" among so many passengers, i feel like ive been overlooked undersold, ill-fathomed, and yet i'll just kinda gloss over it addressing the whole would be unfathomable and yet i still shout loudly at these winds like i can put a dent in the veneer, or even smudge their colors, damned fools them all, again i told you they whispered lies around you to see like the sun artificially articulate. (2025—Hi. I know you don't care. You should.)

[vormov]

"You have to pay for all the bridges burnt"

go to the source oh ye of little faith won't you go there and see the wellspring of all things. gaze upon the fountain of life like it were pouring down the mountains; brings the storms agaze we we're stunned by the sheer power stuck in our tracks again against the landslide.

i have cast off my demons they torment me not anymore, "on letting go…" i've contemplated mere segments of life were meant to them, these eyes of corruption that have created this listlessness i have to feel to grow in my mind like a tumor. but they don't govern me at last, in spite, i'll let myself go "I slowly drift away"

drift drift oh drift away that's the only way to measure it all, to take it all in—you cannot see it whole; i'd love to take a moment to enjoy it. there is no time for that, i wish oh i wish away that this cavalcade would hit and set it free with a motion meant for the effortless we'll speak only with those who greet death.

monuments would have you think that history flowed one way, that these measures of self couldn't be in decay; let yourself know, feel it at heart that you were always meant for something else…

i feel our efforts bleed into the ether a tether to the other more hopeful world sequencing these allegations against me like a pillory the long road to the gallows; never again would i soar so forth into these many stars, let them go. peer into this unknown

i've written the same thing forever ad infinitum i'll writ this script the same as i did before the never-to-know the ending types well to leave me alone, for the ending is within our sights. i'll dance here at the edges of eternity as long as needed to feel the rhythm of life again, like these spoken vibrations can echo so harshly; take aback these selfish tendencies, and let your heart bleed into the sky.

monuments would have you think that history flowed one way, that these measures of self couldn't be in decay; let yourself know, feel it at heart that you were always meant for something else…

monuments would have you think that history flowed one way, that these measures of self couldn't be in decay; let yourself know, feel it at heart that you were always meant for something else…

(02-05-25—even after so long i still feel the fucking same.)

[vormov]

"Mile Zero"

"a waking dream inside" let it slide oh so dreamer, lessons are meant for the forelorn negate a certain feel that i could ever speak against this, like the mere earth below us was going under.

and then these that speak through me boil forth to the surface, like an amazement of self sold correctly, i can dance this off. i only need this one measure that myself were of core value, never seen it. i was there when the imalgamations went down, an image blurred in two.

bury bury bury. an elegant dance we speak of engulfed those that favored the same as we, speak of family they always spoke of my favor, let it go already. we did this again let ourselves become what we hated, won't we drench it upon this endlesss sea. naturally, we can see our selves out. a gaze towards such an infinity… with this we cannot fail a leigon worth tell you about negate it with the letter-tells, you can't negotiate. oh well, faith poured out the faucet like we begged for the end.

"Go on and let the mind perceive"

(01-25-25—)

[vormov]

a life given to woodburning or sightseeing

where were you when the whisper failed to reach us an elegant portrayal of how we are all meant to fail, let it reach us to infinite clutches all of this just to tell you i'm wrong, let it go already. &&&

where to stand among all these pillars of sand? don't blame me when the wind comes, i'll have already told you so but to circumvent the ending, you'll know that it was me. that succumb to the fall already so we can become equals

where do i go amidst all of these echoes or shadows? don't wholly see this enormous sun you are pointing me at, i'll have already told you so when these ideas bleed out of my head unnaturally you'll see.

i've told you too much let these tethers destroy us, gained a tongue for vengeance, or let it speak to ledgers of death would touch this edge of our last living life, cater us towards this destructive sun. a being token spilled it's blood for us, oh well.

oh let this lip slip tell me the fortune ache it or die let the waters flow over us or let the lies take us, make sure you know which one. "on and on and on it goes"

could you even see us in this mess? no wait, the light, it peers in like a sudden madness it illuminates everything it sees, destinies are spent upon such odds and take me by the reigns, like i weren't meant to navigate of these let us the features of watering down the slide like a kid's joy or would you take that moment away too?

a second more to gather your thoughts, or we won't spill it all will be gone again no more to fall into the ethers again we'll be a stoic creature to be seen in the stonework for we are among those to tame the very air that we breathe.

wouldn't you weep too? given that your comrades, your very friends see the world as a place to be used up—to be depleted, let us sing these praises among the dead we've brought forth to the surface, won't you relent already a fate peaked upon the winds of fortune to turn it upon it's face, gaze your eyes to here, won't you? "turning away would be a terrible mistake"

or would you weep too? given that the world you know is a lie and it perpetuates itself endlessly, we all want it to die. and gaze again at the sky, clear and blazen, let us know your response? (like we didn't already know we were doomed)

&Aggressive prog rock riffs take us to another place&

1/4/25—(Yo)

[vormov]

moonflower

i haven't written anything of merit in ages perhaps i am meant to spend past this part of me, like i were merely wading in the shallows and i'll wait for you there forever.

where were you when the fathoms hit again, you were a mind to be melded cant you see us? can you see us folded? \ive concluded that i cannot be dissuaded. as if you dove into the cosmos upon a mirrored pool you couldn't possibly be alone. just watch how these edges ignite and how close to me i have clutched these things i might never have known awaken from this dream please. (12/1/24—this one feels incomplete even thought im kinda sure it isn't. The title is a reference to the Plini song Moonflower)

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drifting, falling

this ocean is emergent it is brought forth by the ways and means and we are closer to the source than ever to what does it mean to be here save your analysis for home, it is lessons to be learned.

where do you run, when you want to be here? calling all edges and rims for we are worried about how this all goes down in the end, we kinda like it here (i'll never knew just where you are.)

and as the wraiths had portrayed, you are yet to die, let it be set yourself apart or not —im not sure what for again these generations cycle it into our aether awaken those who see it. the willingness to die at sight of the divine, beacons for the ones who speak these weird mindtounges. (im not sure of who i am anymore.)

let them see us struggle, they love that shit. definitely not an ulterior motive to break it in half, nor was it an angst against whatever the fuck is going on perhaps the wind spoke the wrong name. and to my darkest days, like i have anything to say… (11/20/24—hello. the title is a reference to the ocean blue's 1989 song drifting, falling.)

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Labyrinthine—*3

i have left the space to well knowing the writ left upon the hearthstone, it ripples in my inner being like i was truly alive at last; i chose a moment of opulence to appear… it would slowly undo me, just like i expected. let these pillars lie just where they are, for you cannot move them in any lifetime just be content with where they are for now.

i'd live to ignite it again feel that sacred space like i were enfevered to it, just like you told me so; whit to me a please delicately deconstruct it be with me now.

you know what? there seems like a better way. a tune meant to effloresce me into a pillar just like i saw in my mind's eye delicate the balance we tether towards each other pull and yawn like the whispers were always true; not meant to be.

i have felt similar devastations before, boredom flared before i could say anything fortunate you are to become such a free spirit, and yet i choose to spiral in the wind. i cannot even imagine what it is like to be… as if this lore-spoken path you pretended to endive, i'll let you swallow it alive. or so will i say when i swan dive off the top deck. i'll show you the skyline from just the right spot.

"Ever had the feeling you've been here before? Drinking down the poison the way you were taught Ever thought from here on in your life begins And all you knew was wrong?" —*1

it all goes to song lyrics after this, where am i amongst it? can i be among the righteous? or am i left for the scavengers to obliterate let's look beyond this simple world, a gaze catapulted unto the atmosphere with love. at last, i can rest, like the rest doesn't have to make sense. i'll always in a way be here standing and wondering if you'll show up.

i suppose this is how it goes the lesson here is i shoulda trusted my ear listen, actually listened to what has occurred, if i had it'd have been something different entirely. witnesses saw me go out the wrong way, an effigy misspent upon the greater aether like it was spun upon the nations with a circumstantial fervor; they never learn.

i aloft had seen the horizon. alone just me feel it like a second sense that you can lose yourself in, "so never let it happen" —*2

if i can't sing in melodies that you'll understand, nor rythems that make sense, fail me towards that distant horizon let me go, let me fucking go, let me go, let me go, let me go; let me go. or have i found a way to hold myself hostage? i hate that i understand this.

and i was left to bleed like someone sliced in twain i'd beleaguer this fortune like it were nothing but dust, the meek will never see this will spoken so clearly that he'll understand what he said without the meager. (09/24/24—*1 a reference to lyrics in Porcupine Tree's song Arriving Somewhere but Not Here —*2 a reference to the opening lyric to I'll Find a Way by Circa Survive —*3 is a reference to the song Labyrinthine by Invent Animate)

(Hi i guess. There's at least 3 more references than I specify.)

[vormov]

in the end of all things we will cower like tiny shadows/ building the night sky every night with the cries of what we left behind

this is not a time to mute your voice you must let it flow, mutate if it will succumb to no other, with the elegance you'll escape relatively unharmed. detonate this moment with a single instance

     could you extrapolate forever? i can hear the air in your sound fair, we always met in the middle be who you are now, if not then die. can you resurrect yourself this time?

i left it all into the unknown fell a ways into the underground, id like it to be known— i failed so many times. can you hear my cries of shame?

i had spent my time blanketed with an espered demure that encompasses my heart would you even feel it if you knew what to look for? sequence these things in a way that makes sense to me, for i have labored endlessly to make truth of it. can you hear my voice singing now?

"are you still on your tether?" "yeah."

do you really think the universe tells us what we want to hear? i kinda do, it always seems im in the spot where legends are formed always a spectator to the crossroads never to have the choice for my own, or so i told myself.

"but do you think the end of the world is coming?" "No��so says the preacher-man, but I don't go by what he says…"

this is not a time to mute your voice you must let it flow, mutate if it will succumb to no other, with the elegance you'll escape relatively unharmed. detonate this moment with a single instance

i'd let you in if only you weren't so far away i could confide all these things to you in that way we alone can communicate, effortlessly gone away like the sunset upon the distant horizon. can't you see me dancing?

     with a wind we will feel free as careless as the sires of the skies bare with the disturbance as you go, let these blue skies ignite

     fair, we always met in the middle.

again, here i am aspin can't even think straight like my eyes are always fixed on something else please let me understand what is going on with any sense of certainty can't you hear me pleading?

i wait for the ancestors' winds for the callback im sure their voice mailbox is full by now. (09-04-2024—the second quoted text is from a field recording excerpt from Godspeed You! Black Emperor's Providence)

[vormov]

"Would you fucking wait a second?"

i always felt like i didn't belong. wisps of winds could carry me away like the wind wanted something of me, i couldn't understand why until now. as if the phrases made sense at the tugs of the gown felt real where were you when i awoke? surely you could be here among our accompaniment, i lit a pyre a long time ago. won't it come back to me enormously? perhaps if i live long enough. (let it speak)

all our gains are due to others, we speak in winds untethered but the song remains the same all of our lives feel fleeting now, the winds gave us the life we couldn't notice or let this kindness go without saying, ive never felt such grace.

you'll have to forgive me for loving on you awhile, we let this get so cold i forgot myself gigantic plunges into the unknown, we'll get there eventually, but i never felt uselesss not even this whole time for i was never truely alone. "This heart/ it beats beats for only you / my heart is yours"

the wind did spare me a time to speak, but i made excuses for it like i were a lie on fire. these things they say are hearsay, for they don't know me? but with each phantom verse we understand, one step closer. make it into a powerfully unnoticable node.

i wish to speak open like i never have, as if we longed and spoke like a wind unspoken. agaze again like the stars gave us a glimpse between this ether and the feeling downright felt like i wasn't even alive before. but have only garnered something i carry with the weight, only you know what i mean.

. * i left home, i abandoned who i was to with which such sublime above? let me to the notions of life being a lie, as if i were surprised. if i didn't remember these things i fear it'd be much more of a calamity.

we were taught to fear those of different, save those who weren't quite there… like the words we spoke meant not a thing at all as we followed our guts into the politispheric indulgence, like anyone cares anymore? blithe is the way we speak now engulfed in a madness none can see. "always in my thoughts you are/ always in my dreams you are"

ive felt the fear like a live electric spent my time wondering if the end times had fallen down from the mighty above list it in this lonely manual, i'll find out what you mean later/ we have all the time to spend here among the cosmos, let us bend it with our ever evanescent glow.

i couldn't let go quicker.

     would you fucking listen? id love to hear it come from your own lips, that just this one single time i was [redacted], but i'll never know thanks to you disown, ill go. bet that i'll see the horizon before you would, you've always been a coward.

let these winds speak this unknown to those who need to hear it, it is your only imperative now…let it be known. id give my life for that understanding, like all of existance could be summed up in a three minute movie. plead it with convincing terms to engulf it all and never think again, "we'll do it!" i can't even begin the irony without a space for myself. "kicking your crosses down…"

i'll imagine it like it were painted into the sky deeply seeing how our eyes always sought the wrong targets to focus this elegance upon, won't you know who we really were? or will i understand this last verse again on time? won't you. (8-28-24 — lyrics quoted*: Paramore, Porcupine Tree, Circa Survive)