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May 10, 2020
Syncopation is so sympathetic to my nervous system it engages the restless and disturbed intentions in my nature and sends me reeling. And out of control, I see new vistas, I see the future in new harmonious colours that blend any fissures and imperfections into seamless purity as though seen through glycerine smeared over a lens to diffuse light and increase opalescence. Shifting rhythms implicate me in a state of cold fusion that has me bubbling and roiling, shifting layers, expanding into dimensions not previously imagined as if a rift has opened in reality exposing bones under all that prettiness.