excerpts from 'All Lotus Nightmares'

movement: dream minus
::: mythical animal parts. animals who have never walked the earth. who've never existed. this is what you consist of. you are not real. these are what make you. animal parts that have never lived on this earth give you your existence and you shall not live under these
::: (she) shall exist thru species as dawn and may never move into sleep moving to become the earth as earths she absolves unto nonearths
::: if she is hovering within as a second self [who may become her barer] if she has vanquished (as) night if she has vanquished night
::: and she was born giving children the rite to give birth to children. this is not a problem and its parallel is not a disease. again. and she was born giving children the rite to give birth to children. this is not a problem. again. this is not a problem
::: and may you return as those giving you form. and those things giving you form, may you return to them their blood and myst. may you begin again as water flees the sun to become sovereign of itself and be gathered again in the form of soft wolves spread thru'out your body. and may you taste this gathering on your tongue as a new moon beast

::: and [these] have and] disappearing. are suns who engender nonsuns by leading animals into led calling you the renewed lotus. and the death of interpretation has come in the form of changeable women
::: and if one perishes while dreaming of the sun! and you are not in the ocean! and oceans have replaced your bones unto disappearance as of turning nonbone structures
::: and animals are reaching unto and gathering and binding pieces [and so, as animals] breathe.. within rising as lotus dreams of lotus (she) whose turn is our seeing'dreams shall exist thru species as dawn and can speak to you, 'breathe, together you are my evil. alone, we are its evil becoming turning suns' and disappearing, she lowers us into other suns becoming turning suns as of the forgotten feminine
::: [i have] forgotten all there is to you [i have] begun the amber you drew from [me reformd as separation unto stillness. our immediate touch has been reborn thru stillness and how is it! become refuge you! and turn amber to bone! and the sun shall find you giving'pyramids. as tearing'women within darkness tears men without touching men
::: the [refused] nomad ages and rips all those deemed new
(she) images of running skin on still skin. a skin'illusive unto others. not unseen

::: and discolored rebellions remove absorbed dragons from their centers. this cannot become a mountain. these are columns of rebellions who've ceased renewing columns of soft wombs. who've begun again as columns of darkened long wombs
::: and those unaware of the feminine. aware of births and the shaking wind within limbs beneath ovaries. may become the shaken wind within wombs aware of ovaries whose limbs cast outward drying'blood beneath opened triangles. beneath opened torsos absolved'of singular blood
::: and your eyes disappear in the morning. your eyes are disappearing'mornings. afraid [as the diaspora of mourning'pupillas] as the disappearance of mourning. a diary of mourning centers. and eyes are the disappearance of mourning. all these you have believed formed you. all formed and forced disappearances shall unform you as the unspun of mournings. your eyes are the unformed disappearance of mournings
::: dreams in viscious weights within becoming the separation of length and possession [earth ended these within possession] a people have absolved confessive'rites within abuse and within wings that form abusive spines and now flesh shares its space with soft bones who never climb the waters surface. their reasons have never been given. earth ended these weights, the separation and possession

::: and water falling is a ghost we don't realize exists in us. we are the ghosts of fallen water and this has hidden our ghosts from us. falling water is the human ghost we no longer see as human, falling into humans
::: base existence. nothing has fallen. everything has been stopped of falling, but are implosive'bones. nothing! nothing we reveal together as hidden takes bones from us and reforms them into guillotines! nothing! and while you are alone severing bones who've become nations, again, a people are hunting for darkness as hunters who move thru suns becoming quiet forms of blood
::: and the blind are reinventing autumn. they are the reinvention of autumn. a vision moving thru natural suicide. autumns are visions moving thru natural suicide
::: and to experience a ripping'open collective as raw, soluble. whose provisions cannot end breathing and undo falsely [weeping pulses] ending [breathing isolates undone pulses] undone false (a) ripping unto death. show us who gave birth to this! thru bones opening of bones thru the ripping'openness of bones. and becoming'cuanderos shall invoke being into beings unaware of becoming the unattended anger at hunger thru blood. our skins have changed thru touching other skins our skins have changed from hunger to mouthless and laying within nonfaces and all implosive hearts shall retain submission as of'constrained beauty as of'implosions beauty

::: a need to exit suffering. the earth is moving to rip me in half. i have moved and opened you without the earth. the severed conscience has begun to touch my heart and every movement. as all dislodged movements are reincarnate'abysms and without new inventions of distance thru body and the growth into the nonhuman. and if you touch the disappearing of your heart, may i enter thru this new cage
::: discordant purities. not ambivalences rising. but risen'beauteous torture released within rising magicians as species move thru redefined moving species under all existial'dreams where the growth of reach and movable humans extends as fleshless and voiceless
::: (she) a seeing'daemon who swings from nerve to nerve in the dreams she enters and..a daemons'matter within the human unground. in dreaming, she has become that which leads to tulips and unraveling tongues unto the blood of lotus'stalks. and she begins as the death of lotus'stalks. again into three curves of flesh so all women may become three curves of lotos. you may not seek connection here. you will only become the unspun of intimations
::: and she moves within endings thru'out births moving within deaths in cages and caves watching several wolves become cages and caves spread thru'out limbs who remove cages and caves becoming muscle whose zebra replenishes flesh [half distracted half'zebra] then again, in dreaming, what have you accepted. you are not a beauty confused. these confusions are aside from you. as you enter blood you enter

control [aside from dreams and unto theories of new humans] and you speak, 'my presence isn't the only image floating about others dreams'. you are the returning animal throats i seek and dissolve into as hunter
::: and the earth follows your feet upwards. and these earths follow your bones upward. and what we call the earth follows your movements. your bones may be the movements of earths following bones inward. your bones are reaching unto following. and your bones are the following'earth. if i reach into your bones may i follow your earths. these are not angles of light with false breaths! i will not allow the earth to exhaust your bones..moving towards your blood. your bones are the movements i see as earth. your bones are the movements i see as earths. your bones are the movements i see as earths. and if we become the inward'bones may we begin as the movements we can no longer see as earths. and your bones are the earths lifting unto touching'conscious. your bones stir me into dreams and your bones stir me into dreams and i dream in your bones
::: you must move and open the ground without you. you must separate concrete from bone. i will move and rip open grounds without you. together we can rip open a state without ribs and reenter breathing cages. i have moved and opened you without you.
in places forbidden as infants reinvent suffrage calling form your lost cruelty as possession, as of'possessions rite unto elusive cruelty. i have moved and opened you within earths

::: and all wombs have an extreme radiancy as tho night were death closing inward on itself. and we must be prisms who spin to collect bones and render these gathered bones invisible and without the reflective visions of becoming'seen. we are the burning prisms of collected bones. we are the spinning noncolor of collected bones aside from forced culture
::: and we are captured by the inward shoot of a womb that has no size..with what we call sadness! and] the languages of death] on your tongues. but i cannot take from your spine and found organs
::: whose shadows have you become. and enclosed shadows reveal to us your third skeleton, that tames the shades surrounding you. you are the unformed study of confusion and tears and beauty.
::: and there are streams of clear roots whom reformation and sections of earths aside from humans releases blood and fills this blood with the unaware hidden, braids of young roots. your roots are the replaced study of beauty. in'ascension which hath raw skin. may you find yourself wet with blood beneath these skins being the last things turned black by my lowered language being the blood beneath skins
::: lending bamboo again. and language. and tongues pressed thru dried bamboo. i am becoming an unformed blade women travel thru and perhaps the bones who wait to become wombs..in sands unraveling into free regimes within burnt pulses of ivory where smoke adheres to infants desires spoken thru bending wet mouths

::: and released existial'vanishings unto spines. released natural torture unto spines within existial'vanishings within leaves. these opened gates remove mouths. and sacrificed angels bore holes underneath concrete
::: may you breathe the distance men bleed towards as blindness reforms breathing. the breath of nonvision. the breathing of unground and you mount and discard skulls. as reddened eyes remove lungs. we cannot become hidden lungs. the earth is absolved'of human distance
::: genome'vision nongenetic visions swallowing and impure throats as abstract visions realign shattered and broken unknown genome features. calling the white buffalo scenes of lost bulls and descensions'genome. thru'out resurfaced cruelty. a rendering of nonandrogynous animals. of animas and what humans call the animal brain
::: and softened animals become papyrus where wombs rip open darkness. and there are torn wombs where an open darkness becomes. and there are torn wombs where an open darkness becomes movable lands. of torn wombs and rising possession. i am renaming womb into softened papyrus.
we are the unopened leaves of men. we are unopened leaves. i am a man whose womb is made of changing'papyrus. of transgression and long skins

::: and wombs are changing. the womb is changing. there are reborn wombs aside from myth. anger. and many myths run encased in long leaves as vine and descension and torso. your veins may be the shades of hidden wombs] your veins have become long madness..a distance only infants can hear. your veins have become long madness
::: when i walk with you i see that you are the earth moving. i shall offer many deaths so you may see many earths. when i walk with you all species begin unraveling. and may they offer many death within and within changing'blood unto you. you cannot love because you are love! and within passing'sulphur as an extreme pause of salted'skeletons you become an uneven room of half yellow apparitions. of strong orange pyramids. and these, the images gained. whose cease begins under your confusion
::: and you belong to apparitions who turn to long medium. we should not fear that they turn us towards suffering. i am the suffering of soft leopards in the removal of their blood. and certain species of language have remained as the continuous removal of the blood of dead animals. and these species..these languages..cannot replace birth [and become the dried forms of birth surrounding

::: it is in the earth that i wish to see you if you are not yet broken as the earth is broken. and there are quiet parts of the body where there are hundreds of you who do not know they are you. and there are severed parts of the earth where thousands of you remain untouched as tho thru'out their bodies all veins begin as blackholes who render madness into different forms of blood. i have dissolved into earths again in seeking as a hunter who disappears between the earth and hunters. and there are many infants of you. you have the nonborn shade of many infants who've become the apparitions of ghost and hunter and nonghost. your are the unbreath of species'dreams i seek and dissolve into as dream. you are the strength of yellow blood i seek and dissolve into as dream. you are the strength of dissolving dreams
::: and perhaps you have found your blood. as the blood of each of us are reborn thru suffering. i need your movements within lotus dreams. and there may occur certains curved species of light whose wolves move towards your snake. and may the darkes shades of earth covet your skin. half'dragon half'suffrage..these may begin within [long'saturn-as hidden] and with no possession. there is no possession of the earth as seas remove reddened weakness and sadness grants missing animals. and sadness grants the disappearance of humans. these do not separate vessels from bone. and sadness becomes the separation of bone and elusive blood and blood allusive unto bone

::: your voices. the bleeding snakes who flee reflection and create blood so they may keep bleeding
::: and now we begin again as the raw soluble growth of trees within the rawheads. we begin again as the soluble the rawheads. and may she begin again as darkness flees unopened suns and deaths preexistant strands renew packs of men. and leaves leave trembling scars where the earth used to be. and all leaves were lifted. and all scorpions liften their thorns. and the earth leaves trembling scars where humans used to appear as stolen apparitions thru the folds of lost bulls. that masks bind blindness and language. and language replaced between the tongue and serpernt as serpents spend their blood
::: and thru'out your limbs language has turned from burnt shards of skin to hardened cliffs. and the roots above cliffs separate above unspoken hatred. and within your limbs our tongues have become the reinvention of suffering. and clouds. and suffering and clouds
::: in the reflections of storm watchers she begins as the nine walls of water in the nine colors of flesh. and she allows the distance of the nine roots above mountains and the dissolution of flesh to consume her
::: and controlling an immediate fluid womb. relieve the tension in the absence of skins. in the absent planes of east and saphiric idiograms dreaming thru and only thru the strokes of cannibals heightened tongues

::: tongues. and the nonmatter of moons who engender noncircles. and i see you in nonsuns! have you no viscious language! and therein, distance and consummation tear into nonoceans! your reddened seas are vines of throats
::: and the disappearance of flesh aside from infancy gives birth to rivers. and you have as our infants- resurfaced placentas. and lavender. you are the dissolution of flesh who rapes all storms and retreats as the womb who suffers all storms. and may our languages begin again as quiet forms of the earth ripped from hunters who dream in forgiven'chimeras. your dreams are the forgiven'chimeras as seeds of hunters bleed into fleeing'chimeras fleeing angels
::: your skin is a vanished'smooth invention of vanishing. and i walk to bring the death of possession to our skins. on certain earths, silence has become a rabid movement of singing possession. and bloodless. we are unopened bloodleaves. and on the tongues of silence these earths move within us as fear. in fear of becoming earthless and bloodful. we shall give you the earth when it ceases to fear you
::: and perhaps aside from lands we are a green who removes itself and becomes imperceptible and then enters light and releases visions from us unto nonlight nonvision and nongreen within the human. we have become a distant removal of light within nonvision. there are humans who remove light as blood fills them

::: there are stone suns calling skin movement. there are stone suns called movement. and we are the bending song of implosive skulls calling skin the movement of implosive suns. and implosions'skin moves to become stone. we are the burnt birth of two stars and a moon..allusive unto stars and moons..the human nonstone. and breaths of elusive dark matter compose none of these. there are illusions of dark matter who compose humans. these illusions are the dissolution of nonritual. the raw soluble growth within ritual who levitates the feminine above all species until all species begin unraveling
::: as you become stretches of death, pieces of the wind will know you are bending towards them. [as you die the wind becomes] the wind becomes the gentle skeleton of the air. as an abject earth exhales and regains its fear, the wind reinvents its noncolor and becomes our soft bones absolved'of human color
::: [who are] the discarded bones of nonseason. and disregard the bones who occur without season. who arrive as all seasons] ∇ there is no fate in alchemi. fate is not involved. fate may be the involution of alchemi Δ
::: there are beasts who die to forget humans. and in their deaths these humans become all dissolved memories. and the bones these beasts remove from you feed hardened spirits. and there are beasts who exit your body at dawn. they are the memory of the dead. and those who cease as memory become the rebirth of distant beasts who pass thru you who pass thru flesh

::: and flesh enters here. and flesh leaves here. and blood becomes both dispersion and call of flesh. the winds are aside from this movement. and veils are made to match their gods'skin
::: thousands and circles of moons..the rawhead as altered. there were many reaching walls. the air and blackened seas became an infants memori.again! she ripped the earths face from its hidden false skulls and placed raw infants in her mouth. her tongues remove madness. her tongues remove the false skulls within lions calling you the false skulls of lions. and you become the focused torture whom lost cocks renew and devour. and she tells you, 'do not hide from lost soft witches. they give away fear. they give away the memori of the dead'. and she moves towards daemons who discard myth
::: and the witches who consume you. and these witches who consume you remain aligned with their suffering. they do not call you a resurfaced possession. and thru these witches you remain without song as songs without knees remove the ground you bleed into as women remove the soil men bleed from as women are the soil men bleed into as women rip open women calling soil madness as maddened grounds stretch into women! our hunger threatens us and our hunger has ceased to give them blood!