Passing through the DewSlip My YT chan:

An EOSPHORUS Offering A Niish & Sarmad Lux Production Featuring: Saroth the Mage Lynsea Coy This piece kind of took it out of me — I actually spilt blood as my wolves drug me over concrete for the

Some more time-arts fun as the year wanes on.

Click the video for the word jazz. ;) i sat with you as dawn broke your eyes of smoke dissipated formless attenuated nothing but sunspots ascending as you passed through me a thought a wave upon my breast

E I There is an ink drop black as pitch reflective a mix of all colors everything within all of which sparkles outward There you are as always all I’ve known and not known always there somehow black as

I used an underpainting I'm working on, one with the subject of this piece and myself, and death (death of that relationship symbol). ▶️ DTube ▶️ IPFS

49 Thinking about your hair in the wind, hands on the wheel, strong and olive toned, and, the mommy mask you had packed in that cedar trunk. The chest with your wedding veil and wigs, all the well wishes

what I remember most are days when the sun bled through thick drapes and the sound of her laughing the scent of marijauna and fine incense a large unabridged dictionary on antique barrister cases all the

Reditus Recoil or I’ll tear the cloth, clout me best you can, I am impalpable indiscernible, bloodless, an eidolon breeze. This ignominy only exists in your reverie, your misapprehension, spurious foibles,

I do not have memories I have Dreams Wake up This is a strange little thing I made tonight to process a rather odd dream. Of course, I made everything and as always, if it is not my doing (any bit of it)

I call to you and the winds susurrus loud I reach to you and the fires burn luminous I trill to you and the waters course pellucid My ears hear your locution My eyes descry you before me My heart dwells

More totally late night, fried-out time-arts makin'... Oh how I love black tea in the night and time on my hands. My YT channel:

There is a crack in the floor where I keep them un-touched un-seen pristine secret words incantations bloodbone sigils and tyme If you look you may never notice you may never see lines between wood slats