June 02 a time that takes the measure. carine roth
We are still mythical...
Chaos
Creative
Chaos
Psychotic
Noise
Like an excess of sound, after the silence.
Screaming instead of singing...
We're still mythical...
Everything in you remembers,
this time close to the Gods.
Depression,
air hole,
fall.
Post
After
This moment. Here.
Chronos
And then, of course, the Great Outdoors,
Uncomfortable and Unknown.
Surveying new territories,
uncultivated, impoverished spaces, of oneself...
The unspoken desire
to renew itself through fire and relentlessness.
A muffled growl from within.
Choosing to leave "those people" to stand with those who know.
Creative,
insolent,
inspired.
Dare to demand what makes you dream
Dare to demand what makes you tick.
Taking care of what has been,
past and future.
We are still mythical.
This simmering anger.
Caution. Careful...show your teeth,
prevent,
before pouncing.
Mysterious, the stars always fertilize the sky.
The Hope of a Revolt
for the Great and the Good.
Eclipse.
Star power,
on you,
on me.
Careful, careful... provocative, insolent,
you juggle with dynamite
Injustices that explode in your face,
soap bubbles...
We had so much
innocence,
before.
Rising from the depths.
And,
everything,
which,
dies there.
Maintain and cultivate a space of calm and tranquillity.
Luminous
Amused
Despite the blood,
violence.
All our relationships, human and non-human.
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