Blowing spores

Blowing spores through the golf course fence
Straining to represent something

I leak into her

Making room for me in the mustard blossoms

Waiting to be eaten by the mustard blossoms

Common, brown, moth

Not a narrative but a body

body an object

object a process

process a display

Slowly

Then

Immediately irreversible
A strategy of 

Decision
Constrained in movements from and within

Towards allegory and it’s extermination

How do we get there, is it a place, a field, a you to hold accountable?

Lucidity of freedom is equation

Bringing the whole of a study

Warily carry the conscious in opening the dream, in opening your eyes in the dream

We are dreaming of whose highly evolved beauty of the most casual desires

But existing in day to day or life to life

They mean thank you for letting me eat you