Motion pictures need dialogue as much as Beethoven Symphonies need lyrics ( I sing Ode to Joy     I repeat Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, and the choir cloisters and clips as a cupid     The symphony solars and sonars submarine interrupted by Taryn torpedos, a scar tissue scherzo     I speak motion pictures     I quote and homage and Quentin Tarantino     I digest dialogue Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction, the collage into vision violence and gun god gore
Dead permeate photograph and picture, symphony and symphony     Dead spread the split spawn music, and music massacres movie and motion     Movie and motion machete music, somber sonatas entangled with composers in decomposition     music makes alive and Adonai lacerates light, light compact and light compressed, and light vines the veins blood foam flowing frothy left-sided heart failure
Nevertheless, music makes alive Adonai the anointed Messiah     Nevertheless motion and movie shape the slime that animates slim slender sinister, left in Luria, and he laughs the limitations of light bursting Benjamin at its vessels     versicles review the chanting word wormed between the antiphons of my flesh, and I fashion the flood after the fleeting light     light lyrics rhizomic rock the mother moss and lit lichen clothing canopy for the Sabbath Queen and the forest furs as a garment     light laces its linen     Christ crashes her Christina cotton
The Baal Shem Tov was very fond of light and said, Or (Light) is the numerical equivalent of raz (secret).  Whoever knows the secret of everything brings illumination     Or order or offering Other the Outside and I transgress the Outer for the Inner     I sin in secret and pray in secret for the sake to make the Inner the Outer and the Male Female     The secret of everything is the Woman     The secret of All is the Word

But woe to them that are with child, and to them that give suck in those days!  The whipperwill welts woe, and the woe forgoes worship      The wolverine wheels woe and woe forgets swift swollen swallow     Birds first woe in flight, the flutter feather heather rowing woe, and the woe wraps rest no rest non saturnine Sabbath in the blessing     Woe differs difficult, serial manipulation driscolls droll parietal incomprehensible, each partial impossible yet its impulses impress woe drowned in bone     Woe resembles bone stretched over stone tools testing marrow tomorrow      Woe remarks bone carved over bone implements, chipped flint and fire for the roast war     Woe wars and rumors of war     Woe maces and flails the sword into hordes     Woe insider woe and wheel inside wheel the chariots run riots over civilians     a civil war      a formal war     a polite war in genesis genocide generations and Joshua jams the joust into jawbones and joints     The Lord Saves     The Lord is With Us   

  The Child plays     The Child improvises (free improvising with little reference to the jazz tradition, sending splinters of notes into the ether and summoning ringing feedback from the deep innards of his ax

  The Child plays     The Child improvises (such was his dedication it was common for him to fall asleep with his horn still in his mouth or practice a single note for hours on end

  The Child plays     The Child improvises (involved reducing music to the level of fragment, the moment, with individual pieces or moments lasting mere seconds or a minute, perhaps two

At this formant, I feel in fragments     feline fragments in flesh embedded flesh at the catwalk     cakewalk cakework the crane boogie woogie banshee and jump blues blaring as marching band blitzed at the halftime show cornered in cut time     this fragment cuts as a crescent, saxophone soloing     this fragment cools as a child, conicals and cylinders     Evan Parker conic sections     Evan Parker lines burnt in light     I listen slowly to the fragments circular multiphonic looping     I build a fire in front of the audience     The fire flares the play, Christ in the combustible, and she smokes the suckling child     The fire flows the plow combustion Christina, and she smears the child with its own blood     Blood bends light between blood and fire flashes red ravens, beatific birds blessed in the banging cymbals

A person should listen to what he ordinary just looks at, or look a things he would ordinary just hear      I listen to the Face of Yahweh and the Body of Christ, the snap of the Eucharist     I look at the voice of the Spirit and it drives deep wilderness woman, the Taryn Tempest

Me and Asia
:  I do wonder how this stuff is prophesying sometimes though
:  I don’t think I can help you there.
:  What does it mean for you?
:  I see another human being try to create connections to the divine within them
:  Very witchy.  I’m concerned for the state of Christianity.  What a toxic wasteland a good portion of it is.
:  That’s why I left.  I’m not a fan of organized religion.
:  I’m not sure I can leave it.  I probably can’t.
:  It took me awhile.  It's not for everyone though.  I separated Christianity from God.  I believe that human beings are incapable of knowing god’s nature fully, so that means the American Christian idea of god is flawed
:  But one can attempt to expand the bounds and limits that Christianity places on itself, and what America places on itself.  There is a postulate in creativity:  Restriction makes one creative.  Perhaps Christianity is my restriction.  I betray my Christianity to recreate it.  I make it my mythology so I can remyth and remake it.

During the days when you ate what is dead, you made it alive.  When you are in light, what will you do?  During the days storm and drang drag desert     During the days stem and drove drain desert       During caravan dust and devils, the dune driving piles, and the piles pleat and plate pure platinum, three persons      three proverbs      three provisions and the three tumble as One      One ounce      One order        One offering       the rhinoceros in the sidewider of dunes and raise a horn new homage and new home, the house scored by Solomon in two columns and two cores, the strumming ore of Christ and Christina       I strum the strain sieving sand, and hand and harrier hurrying desert dilaudid       desert deluded       desert deserted        slow sorcerer of sand      satisfied sinister of sand       Building Book of Sand and my neurosis slips and erodes vacant vision (his madness is complete now for he supposed in his vision he actually saw the new savior      I actually saw Christ with Christina in the Bridal Chamber      I saw Father, Son, and Holy Spirit kissing Krystal, Christina, and Taryn       During the desert madness, all middles and meddles my medulla, morphing into mystery complete metamorphosis       total metempsychosis       transfiguration transmigration, and my soul solders soul and my soul soldiers soul, the spectrum of male and female, masculine and feminine       during the days: during these days I daze and daze drumming dreams dropped draped violence, Benjamin blood brayed blades all barriers and the gateways guillotine as a woman death and woman executioner        Her hair hoods as a catholic veil, the rails of bells blasted as gatling guns and grapeshot, and the glue glows grows grammar my God my God why have you forsaken me      the glass ghost grotto glamours my God my God, how long and how long, and its length plumb lines the wailing wall of Jerusalem       Days dawn darkness: days dawn supernal dark and supernal dark, a blinding dew that dances over the eyes, and my eyes enter illimitable and unimitable, intimate in the day dresses      Day drones dark, light inseparable from dark, and dark grandeurs ensemble, the Benjamin Big Band blowing swinging saxophone soli celebrating solstice        Dark Christmas       Dark Christ’s Mass, and the mass midnight navels nude vision and naked sighting, the Gospel at Gethsemane     I eat in the Garden: I eat my own inwards and I chew on the interior of my intestine      I chomp organ to organ the fruit of my body, and my body figs fruition and maturation     I eat Other in ardor, and my cannibalism creates cants for various cabals, the consumption of the Lion      I eat Other in horror, and my cannibalism concocts crochets for various canards, the chitchat tincture tasting Lion       Eating erases the error of the ether, but the fire-water and air-earth permeate and puncture little pricks as stars through the sleets        stars through the sleet and frost-flesh, and I throw out Taryn for necessary supper       I pack her mouth with snow and the snow melts mist, the stream of her nostrils as dragon and leviathan       the ice block breaks and collapses, opening suspension, the Hanged Man transforms into the Behemoth giving birth to Serpent       I eat her tail as oats the what woman the oat other as Johannine Joan Barleycorn sacrificed by Three Kings in Trees
Eat the dead and eat what dead eat     Eat the dead and dead consume their own dead      Dead desposit death to the dead      Dead dispose of death to the desert, mother mummification and Pater preservation, and what dies remains with dead       What dies remains with death, and death does not decay but captures the cage congealing magnum opus       Body Living Church and Living Sacrifice, the surface salted turbulent by the Spirit Taryn tearing waters side to side a Sea of Reed separating      A Sea of Reeds sprouting dead from houses and chariots      Chariot chews Helios, the barge Benjamin bombing the bowser subterranean and ulnar umbral underworld, and I descend to the dead constant     I descend to the Death, Helios Hades, and I grind the carcasses for consumption      I grind the Lion’s skull ensconced in honey holy hours, the hounds for harlots tenting Rahab, and Rahab roars as a Woman     Rahab drifts rift as a dragon, a team with Tiamat      Eat the dead and eat what the dead eat     Eat the dead and the dead consume their own dead, a dry despair to the destitute       dead as dreams drilling the dogs of dead, scavengers foxing flesh to this vulture vision, and Adonai anoints itself traveling souls to various animals, and the animals always arch-plate and arch-type the apartment lightning, electricity to my body molded from earth

And let him that is in the field not turn back again for to take up his garment     Let earth eonta trombone boomerangs, the return god ghost glisses      Let erotic erupt the overture orchestra coates strings and collects     The God gusts let lessen the Lesson no. 1 and indeterminate activity of resultant masses and mass mews latin      God gestures Mass in B Minor Mass in Benjamin, a Benedictine byproduct pummeling boxer’s baptism, and the water lets leaven tide Taryn     Let lyrics the lake catholic and episcopal, a piercing communion and continuum comingling matronitas and monarchs, early emanated from the Monad     Monad mouths months moths Asia adminas, insects in celebration of the incarnation, and she associates assembles arouses the roman remainder as a modulo median desert     let desert barren woman barren come to fruition in the Godhead       I let sleep overwhelm me, a pretend death that dreams death, and the dead diamond death grandiose sheol and Gehenna      The grave grafts Benjamin branches bicycles and mouse traps, the play-do that plies and pancakes pillars, and the sweep racecars the criminal of my psyche psychosis, steeped tea surreal      stripped sea eraserhead happening      sheep cuts and I let gut cut the mutt of aftermath     sleep streets the sleet slow slippery, and I let trap and terrace slop slope spirit seizing unsuppressed      Sheep spirals the Childhood objects and materiality in transubstantiation, stole substance staff sustenance stalk sublimation and I let eat sleep        I let sleep eat the Garden Eva Eden Gnosis given education into initiation, glass space genius the glow of prophecy     prophetic power     prophetic weakness     the weakness of God at the crucifixion      I prophesy the nonsense of language      I prophesy supra-semanatics, absolutely freed from all, beyond the whole, above every abstraction      I prophesy the Word weaves Word in wilderness, Christ’s temptation in the desert, and scripture scavenges in the sand, stopping Ha-Satan      I nurse Christ and Christina      I aide the adversary, scapegoat scrapes at the staves Azazeo, the zounds of Zebra      I nurse prophecy in the weakness of Jesus, a cross of confusion and contradiction, and the paradox plusses sacred anarchy      Triad Trinity Trickster tropes through to the bog of the Field, thick bayou Yahweh     Triple Point Trinity traveler teserracts Taryn, a Mary marred at the Food Field Corpus Hypercubus, and she unwatts into sex, the verboten silk pornography     Field flutters flowers fulfills golden poppies, the slow sloth of seeds      Field flaps flats flasks the California poppies pretend with opium, the opposite of language breaking through      Fields free the language        Fields philip the alphabet       Fields heighten the hieroglyphs     Language disintegrates into the field of Desert       language discovers the field of Joshua Trees in deconstruction       Word splits sprawls and ribbons rubber rivers flushing field in fruition     Word splices sprawls and rubs rhizomatic the marsh and gardening glades governing glass ginger to Field flirting       Field flirts the laughter language      Field flows the further flash language      And I take up the field and I take up the language gouging garment goring garment the ghastly gamut motoring God and God grips garment as a guttering mother, magic matic       Marble warble       minute woman      garments grind gelassenheit, the hovering goblin of surrender and surround her and I gumbo in the jazz       incarnation improvisation      Christ chord changes       Christina contrafact contrapasto, and shadows shiver the sheol of garment      Assayed asunder sources the sway of garment, new swag integrated into improvisation     Garment garnet errands earth erasure sure of she and sore of her, heveling the bevel smooth Benjamin       smooth submarine steel, the hull null full fierce       Smooth subterranean blazes mazes majestic magi, and epiphany ignites apocalypse      epiphany irrigates eschaton Taryn, a woman writing the dragon devouring her children       Dragon devours my garment guts, the gears of deep harrowing hallelujah junction
You’re working to break down the barriers of reality with your words, says Asia.  I felt like a useless prophet yesterday, I say.  I was wondering what the purpose of this writing is in the face of violence and unrest.  No, we need people like you to help queer and left-leaning Christians know they don't’ have to be a fascist to know God, says Asia
My garment gives God to anarchy      My garment gems God to animism      Spirits surprise the sprite zip zeppelin, a hydrogen vision burning jukebox invisible flame       white fire on black fire the tender Taryn Torah      It is time for you to work, O LORD, for they have made void thy Law, and the law lingers antinomian       Law lagers strange grace, the grams for God to gesture lawlessness       My garment tapestries Taryn Torah without Torah, and the love of Law leads to its erasure     escape extinguished

And let him that is on the housetop not go down into the house, neither enter therein, to take anything out of his house      Let him trim the light     Let him trim the tresses of Taryn, and her light trickles through     Her light traces the tram from truck body to truck body, an interior embodiment     Her light tassles tabulation and temptation, a true light divining desert light truant, and the temple trumpets the threat     Let him honor her with horror     Let him honor her with the liturgy of the hours      Let him hint at his hunger for her, satiety of Saint and Spirit, and I horatio headdress the numerous hens hailing hoops let us Shaman     He hits as a mistress many hats hoven and holpen to the Hebrew inscribed on Housetop, a tattoo Taryn     He ends his hiatus, hip to the house, and house suspends Hangman suspended around the legs of Women      Housetop tops Helios, sun and sand dancing man, and Housetop preserves the tops of bodies, beautiful torsos as sculpture and scripture, magnificent mummies macerated into medicine and magick     Housetop knots the not, a noose near the mouth of God     Housetop knits the not a columbian necktie now the motor of Yah     the not massages the numbers, knocking on the name     the knot messages the numerals, napping in the names, Yahweh Elohim Elaine and Caravan KRYSXTRYN, and I hobo the housetop to train, track traveling Taryn

I do not write new music.  My music is a response to and an echo of what already exists      Music mimics / Music Mothers     Music mocks music rocked deep into writing      I do not write new but I write anew       I do not write original scripture but scripture revival     I tint tent Taryn tabernacle desert damsel dwelling and she drinks the mimosa of my music     She eats the writing thrust into the altar trailyards yardbirds Taryn Testament      She consumes the Word cannibal and cannonball, Coltrane cascades into the cool sheets of sound     sound around     sound sorcerer      wilderness wizard     plunged into the heady excitement of the new music and blossoming bebop scene     creation collage      creation cut-up technique     Creation converge and coalesce

The dead are not alive, and the living will not die      Dead deepen the dark and dark drives dark to its deepest     Dead deepen dark and dark drums dark to its divine     Dark dins dwelling, its long draw to its swelling superessential ray of God Gloom and Divine Darkness dips desert     drips desert     divine desolation     a tone which blasts like a blow torch totaling Taryn     Dead spikes depths, the den caravan and cavern, a vision superdark and superbrilliant Benjamin disassociating into the Cloud of Unknowing, the wilderness wing weeping     Dead spin spinner and spindle, the spoke empty in kenosis, keeper of the dead     Dead dream vision valley oracle oracular, the retina residue resting the ream of scripture as a curtain     Curtain covers visible invisible, the variety of views of the mercy seat and I sit center     I feel the need for more time, more rhythm all around me, the rhythm multi-directional, and I give direction to the dead       I live in light, a supernal dark and superessential dark that beams blue brilliance       a lot alive      above alive bellowing vision     abyss alive in abandoned anarchy       I live in the anchor in light, the apartment blues blanketing Taryn transition      Taryn transistor     Taryn transformer and abyss floods abnormal abscess playing prayer proliferation, my conformal compulsive writing plague symmetry-breaking

At times a man rests on his bed, and it appears to his family as though eh were asleep, but he spends this hour in solitude with his Creator, blessed is He.  That is a very high rung, that he beholds the Creator at all times with the eye of his insight, as if he actually sees another man.  And consider this: if you persevere in pure thought, then the Creator also looks at you, as a man looks at you      I behold the dead on my bed      I behold the dread of the dead, these visions in my head, on my bed      Dead mediate the communion of saints and they swim and swirl in the ether aether copulating in quintessence, and I rest with dead       I sleep with silver saints and sodium spirits, the Holy Ghost descending dead in grandiose grandeur      Hour harps harvest overture, let all the nations praise thee let all the nations praise thee     solitude slow slices      solitude solicits surrender and I surrender to the silence of Spirit, a sword scissoring me into sections       Each section crests the Creator with Christ, Christ and Christina from the beginning

The living veer the image of incarnation, a view of the veil of Veronica     The living devise the vacuum collect, repetition in the continuum and communion, and I live in the earth of the Eucharist       I live in the interior and exterior, the Woman wedge product compounded and communicated, and living connect and contact     living connect and contact Christ and Christina in crisp accents and ascents, I sing song of degrees song of ascents, the assault from the heavens on my pilgrimage      I live Apocryphon and Eschaton, the messianic middle eight entering apostolic apocalypse       I do not die but dig in darkness      I do not die but endure desert       I hear the many-voiced trumpets and see lights, shedding pure and streaming rays and desert dines through the glass darkly and mirror dim, the super-bright gloom of God

Heaven hustles bones in my mouth      Heaven episcopals hippie Catholics and I ape Anglican, firing ingots of incarnation      Heaven passes away, a postulate pustule pestilence and I break into boils scraping my scalp and shape with potsherds      Pass away with ware of Ancients chanting the Book of Common Prayer     Pass away the fortification and scarification scratching tattoo bodies      prison bodies       bodies ardour Anglican heteroglossia and I bard blessing language      I priory prophetic language     I bark boats and barricades the sideshow glows and gallows and I sallow the sword single spit double the seed of David, a rod rood root of Jesse     Pas away plucked Asia pregnant with Wisdom Woman      Shekinah Sophia and she shelters new generations new genesis the Word woven into wool and whale, and she embraces the all-animal the all-animist my favorite writing and witch     Pass away into the exotic elastine, existence and essence thrust sexy suggestions        Elaine Elohim egos eschatology, the opening apocalypse our lips kiss, and year triggers survival triumphant       Elaine eases me into the houses, the horror of heroics and I crucify Jesus      I sacrifice the One who saves and I perform the greater sin will silver, the Field furrows fastened to my flesh bloody and beheaded       My Flesh foreruns and is seized by Satan        My Flesh cuts at the Root, Pardon and Pardes     I pass away into the anchor of the Church, between devastation and interpretation of my Body and Christ’s Body

To speak is to thread and the thread weaves the world to prophesy is to thread Taryn and the Taryn thread weaves the Word       I dream my flesh as film, Christina cinema, and she continually slaughters the court of suitors      She continually swords the comet of cups, courtesan courtiers       I dream her blood repented and her blood repetition strangled in it s slime all slims and slenders       I slew the dream into slipstream subterranean and I slink into the thread glossed Taryn, the torrential tarantula sprawled into the soul of Sheol      Taryn talks the temptation of prophecy, and I prophecy as a pawn of Yahweh       I prophesy as a warrior of Yahweh, and Creator cracks flask my wickedness nested in wilderness      I prophesy sin as separation, the dissolving of desert unity to desert disunity, and God disappears in the Garden Grain       God escapes through the gestalt of asphalt, the annual nullification into the nimbus name        Yahweh as name houses the whole witness of hosts, angels angled into the appointment of glory       Glory arche-grammars Elaine Elohim, an eclipse and ellipsis unsheathing light as halo and arrow       Light lingers light looting supernal darkness and from the darkness, the dozen of light in dozens       light dews divinity, the divers dunk dream, droplets liming light all therein

Jesus said, This heaven will pass away, and the one above it will pass away     I meditate Advent: I watch for Woman     I ache for Advent as an ale, and I thirst for Woman Waters, the wine vine vision of the Saints     Advent drops the dust of desert, the dirt that dries on my dresses, and I dine on the arreola of Advent, milk from the mountains     Elaine El Shaddai, shear the song by Advent      Elaine El Elyon, echo the ethanol by Nativitytide      Nativitytide tariffs and tarots the narrative, a story of the Woman-in-Incarnation      Incarnation-In-Woman      Jesus, come on up you fearful Jesuit, and I juxtapose my gender and generation, the grand narrative and canyon Christina      Jesus, sup with me, my salvation and savior who savors my vision, and I see the Child with Christina in Advent     I midwife the Child Christina pregnant pause and selah, and I worship by woman and with woman Emmanuel      Advent eviscerates and tumbles the exist to my intestines, and Christina chills the chase of my stomach     holy herniated and Christina hosts me hostage     Christians hostage Yahweh of Hosts     Sow Saboath sear Sabbath seer     Saint Sebastian skewered     Jesus, I join you in mysterious matrimony, and we meet mattress to mate, male to male mercurial, and the Christina makes me female     I receive as a female messiah, Malchut the mirror reflecting all sefiroth, and I receive the residue of Vision     I receive the resistance of candle and color, blue obliterating blue, yellow yoked Yahweh yellow, red eradicated red     I receive the Christ interiorly as Christina, and Elohim Elaine made them male and female, the Christ continuum     Jesus grinds the joints down to bones Benjamin, a Shekinah skeleton, and the Sophia splits into angelic right angles     right triangles     hypotenuse hypnotizes      Te Deum Holy Holy Holy and the army of prophets praise you       I praise you in my non-perfect prayer but the penitence perfects
      the penitence collects sin, and my sin cures pornographic and pulp, a pistol pounding pow pow filling the pews with beast bullets       You drizzle the drum of drugs, red hot tin rain for rhema and remnant      I utter oracle and burden the beauty and abundance of Word Writing and Word Woman      Was the Word begets God       With the Word begets Elohim       In the beginning, God begets God, a shaking and withdrawing toward Woman       Jesus births Jesus, Woman Emmanuel and Woman Incarnation     KRYSXTRYN christens me as a Christian      KRYSXTRYN chrisms and charismas me a Christian      Jesus birds and butterflies the Bridal Chamber, and the chamber chimes children, all Christs and Christinas

I feel I cannot prophesy lately.  I feel lazy and I just want to sleep and watch YouTube.  Prophets need time off too, says C.  Like … was Job doing much during his trials?  Or just making it through?  You can do reflection on the other side of trials.  I broke down on Christmas (half drunk and half regular depressed).  Thomas ACTUALLY said a poignant and helpful thing… We’re just going to scrape it together until the end of this.  Then we’ll rebuild later.  We don’t have to be responsible for ANY of it.  It made an immediate difference in how I was view things and how I’ve felt moving forward, says C.

This heaven hodges absolute hospitality     this heaven harbors complete holy openness, and the open opines opinel and overture     Opinel slices slither the shape to Spirit and opens space and spaces, room for the reach     This heaven hastens to hospice     This heaven hits as a hammer flaking my humerus into flinting stone, hand axes to hedge the holes for Benjamin burial     Heaven hiss to the hip, deformed and distorted by the desert Yahweh     Yahweh maces or flails the fantasy of my flesh, the Desert Warrior     The Wilderness Warrior      The Woman Warrior      shocking demons as Deborah
Heaven heights the tussle with Taryn, and she swims ends the Tiber     Heaven heaves hollow harrow the vision, and its visor irises mystery     Heaven hoists the door hinge to dungeon, light mixed with dark Black Iron Prison      Heaven houses the Liturgy of the Hours, and I lion my lips to the lady: Lady Christina, Lady Marie      This thumbs a thorn in my side      Heavne vices a razor to my wreckage, and the ox oracle overwhelms me      I alp at the language limits, a trespassing Tehom and Taryn which traps me in the tarp of mystery     Taryn tags me in the gate of mysticism, and its gnosis weds will to will       gods to God and Christs to Christ       Taryn Mystery and Taryn Mysticism merge Father-Mother and Monad, a non-duality dueling unisons, parallel versions of my vision       Taryn Mystery and Taryn Mysticism marry magick and mercy, the cherub wanderer and chesire cat cut from the weave and woven      the lingua gasoline ghosts God a given, this Heaven      Heaven takes and swatches Dragon dagon demand, a cruel crash and crush into purgatorial unction, and its unity travels the trammel and tokes its connections, everything connecting to everything     I connect to Christ     I connect to Christina      I connect to the chrism of baptism and Eucharist

But when ye shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, standing where it ought not (let him that readeth understand) then let them that be in Judea flee to the mountains     But when I shall see, I seethe in the see saw despair     But when I shall see I sear in the see shim dismay      But births its berth, the bellowing below in blocks and bars, and between bars, bricks     but blonde its glades to glaze and blaze, below to Sheol gardening the gaps in Gehenna     Below boils the blaze     Below blisters the maze and lamb labyrinth do you know who made thee and below blesses (little lamb God bless thee      Below blasts bursts hearse heals hosting the dead and I dream the dead as the Woman      I dream the dead invisible quasi-nonexistent, but below deepens its depths to dead, drakes and druids     I bask in below      I sunbathe dark in below as it borrows its billiards from the burrows       Below blankets my body ablaze and snuffs with Spirit     Spirit shuffles its shade shelter and shutters       Spirit spells its spelt letting chaff char the rock of flesh      I hint at rock, the raw sewage of the Spirit, and Spirit strikes me with its stink, the furious fumes fluked fire      I hide at rock, its render raking neoclassical Stravinsky, flutes and oboes as river, and voices rush rock as siren, Varese vision percussion      Below water and below Woman, Benjamin Bride drowning depths deep wilderness / below water below woman below wilderness       When the water when the woman when the wilderness below burrows barrel horror hero, and I see arrows heralds burrows      I see armaments ramparts reckless, and my sight scans sorrow stare-ribbing scorduratura for stretched strings and octaves       I see the scores oscillating two notes and then three a true triptych tracing threads and kin       I see she the shape, a Michael Meyers serial killer, and she clicks kitchen knives in fast sixteenths, a scary scherzo      I see strange shine to signs      I see the stress fracture from ship to ship, the shimmering Taryn femur member moxie and she manors mala maker, a kin destruction       I see kin destruction deconstruction the revival reveal depth in bones      Deep in femur female, the rib raster and vector fathoming chaos creation, and my chaosmos heals humanity       my depths hell and Hades heals Humanity      I see depths dig dirge deep the deconstruction and from deconstruction, revival and resurrection      From deconstruction, the dedication to Woman      I see through my prayer, process: I see through my process, prayer, and the prayer implicates and explicates the unfolding unto the Universe        My sight saws my eye in half       my sigh slays with the sword the remains of my retina, and Benjamin sees blind and hears deaf, and turns not est to be healed       my sight scries the scythe reaping faerie wings, its wings wrapped road raw ringlets       See sight slogged sloth, the slow beam to the corner        Contra Corneria the crust and cone quaking       I see its new craters, a blasting bombardment Chrono Trigger      I see the abomination, the better battering ram scraping the sands of Tyre       I sight the abomination battle boiler cyan jutting and thrust up through wavelet lemmings       Abomination bitches and bastards, back to the bayou, and the alligators gem-mine allsaurus horses on its hind legs impossible     Abomination allocates Adonai and Adversary, Adonai and AntiChrist, and the angels around encompass as an eclipse     Abomination alludes to the Light-In-Lady, the Day-Star rising in heart, and the palimpsest plys true pseudopigraphia of the prophets     Prophesy abomination, and Adonai twists copper and titanium Taryn the angels alloy     Prophesy abomination, and the Adversary paradoxically anoints Christs in the desert through temptation        Taryn tokes Temptation        Taryn mops Meribah and Massah, Temptation and Provocation, and the peer provoked as a Polly pocket in miniature wilderness       Taryn taps Temptation as a Taco Truck, and it travels avenues abomination     alleyways Babylon      junctions Jerusalem     Shiloh El Shaddai     I shark salamander abomination, the Breath of Fire branding Book and Bindery     I swim slough slime the slaughter of abomination, ankles treading blood, and the animal throats archaic roar and primordial prayer     Abomination bubbles the name doubles the name Christina-Taryn Benjamin-Woman Charlie Parker Krystal improvising crescendo cadenza     Cadenza Zebra     Zebra Vision     Camouflage Taryn     Abomination bubbles the secret batteries supporting eschatology in chains     Desolation deposits its dung in the depths, fertilizing field, the feldspar of the Feminine     Desolation desiccates and dissects its dominion, a pit of despair, and pits places and plumbs, the pocket player of abomination     Desolation always processes deconstruction, the components altered altar       Desolation always prays destruktion, the compartment and compulsion to the plaited Word     Desolation unwheels the Word and Abomination unwefts the World      Direct me, Desolation: drive dine dream the direction to Desert and Deserts, my Tabernacle Taryn dwelling       Assuage me Abomination, with your alien alchemy, and its ailments and elements dress me circular ruins      I dance desolation: I crack the clinging cymbals, the resounding cymbals, the crashing cymbals     I gesture abomination, Christ choreography and Christina chamber orchestra stretching it strings and I let its office consume me     I let the Divine Office and Daily Office become a desolation to consume and cannibalize, complete disintegration and transmigration of my body and the body rejoiced rejection     the body rejoices reconstruction     The psalms assault me abomination     the psalms assail me prophecy, and Daniel drafts as a dragon three times a day in prayer     Its cornerstone crows crickets and larger locusts, crashing the clay mixed with iron, and incarnation nestles with iron, the sword to woe whipping purgatorial     I Yahweh wreck with weal and woe, a weeping white horse spitting spider sperm whales and whale swallows Jonah Benjamin my prophet     Yah, I doom desolate     I abound in abomination      Prophesy punctures my continuity in disruption and disorder      the desolation damns me, and your absence abscesses abomination     I prophesy alone abomination and the ladder loneline here a rung and there a rung riddles rattling my rock as a rattlesnake      I seer solitary, a striker solace, and she shares my shambles, desolation dismay       I stand stowaway stack with desolation       I stand steering ship to Tarshish with Abomination         I stand dan dance and dunes, the doll thrall thicket thumbing desolation and abomination     Stand thrown into tessitore and tesseract     Stand tossed into the anti-trademark and anti-copyright, the army rapt in anarchy     anarchy anoints the Messiah     Anarchy appoints mashiach, the nashesh nested in the nets      My anarchy amoks Asia Ark of the Covenant, and her sigil brings abundance: abundance sacred, abundance spirit, the spark spell and spoken spell anarchic animism      anarchic panpsychism      anarchic apocalyticism         And I stand and stone tabernacle of the Trinity      For the Trinity Creator Redeemer Sustainer       Trinity polymodal chromaticism         Trinity pantonal and hell heterophonic, basking dissonance and King klangfarbenmelodie, and its karaflux carpets cover heretic atonement     Yahweh, Book bombards me with abomination       Elohim, the pages jab and joust at the joints out of joint and out of mind, the marbling barren desolation       Book bombs and blasts abomination, the Human o Sin chained by Krystal Katechon, and its chains charge me Christina and chastise me Christian       Pages pilot Pilate pondering my crucifixion and Golgotha gamuts the gravity towards desert and desolation, a dried up Sea of Galilee     I plunge into the Page, a Prophet and Pariah and my prophecy proliferates pandemic, the dust of desolation        I pluck the page from its plash, the pelican palanquin elegant and eloquent, and the pages elongate as a serpent     the link litters its letters, a plateau peeling player from its rocks and rickets      Apocalypse unites in unction       Apocalypse prophesies that poison doubling pharmakon and cavern caravan quibbling to the cunt     Apocalypse and abomination crack the courtyard, a yearling quickening Yahweh     Apocalypse unveils Yahweh to Yahweh       Incarnation reveals Jesus Christ to Jesus Christ      Book reveals Benjamin to Benjamin     I cannot endure the desolation but I flee to the mountains       I cannot adore the abomination but I flee to ship and sea, Benjamin Jonah, and I whale watch Woman to worship, and I worship the fleeing of my flesh     I worship the flight of the flame to my flesh, and I burn Book and I burn Benjamin      Flame flows from Torah to Taryn, from Taryn to Torah, law at the limit of law, and I transgress the law in trumpets and trombones, the blaring marching band of the Book       marching band crosses marching band, the strata and crosscurrents of music in collision collage, ,and I collage carapace crucifixion, the hard shell and shield in Adonai assignment      I flee to the mountains to kill the call     Call crushes / the Spirit of Elijah leaves me     Call crunches / the Spirit of Elijah abandons me     the double manglte and double portion flees from me      my prophecy fails      the crops fail to ripen       the Spirit slits me to sleep sinister and I shore the soundscape zero void Zebra Vision     Prophecy slinks the slot sullen and sorrow, and I sleep in the sorrow tiresome and snow      snow sows the bloody slaughter of my soul      Snow story scaphs the surface of my soul, swarmed by scarabs      I pray with the proboscis of the beast, my flesh a forerunner to the forerunner, Elijah consumption and cannibalism