I Have Not Left The Book Since

<Book braids branches baptized Book blossoms
	
Book buds baroque Book and brocade Book bridge blonde Book

Bouquet Book blessed Book wedding word: her blonde word Ben hydra

Bizarre Book builds Book dada hydra Book happenings

Fluxus Book flux what flows from me is what you call time>

I play a seeing Book and science eyewitness book (I roam the Book bare play body and my body supports an eye cataract and cathedral)

Play a seeing Book <dada hydra book happenings>     See dada science discovering two eyewitnesses to riverrun revelations     (I roam the Book – baroque Book – brocade Book – blonde Book – Bizarre Book.  I roam Book blonde body and my body flexes hydra flux Book happenings.)

I roam the Book as a bagatelle and brief Anton Webern fragments
	Fragment flood of fingers
	<Fluxus Book flux> finger fires
With four fingers you say what kids we are / I forget the phrase you write it later

<Book braids branches baptized> Ben Adam Book forest apocalypse     <Book blossoms> human uneven red and orange apocalypses

Between Book below the Book     Between Book between the Body     Book between Book     <Bizarre Book builds Book> between <hydra Book happenings>

(We left our frustrated shores behind and embarked on your Book     You have not left the Book since     You could not have     But sometimes the space between the lines are so large that you seem to tread on new ground     The margins are so wide     The Book chains us together)

I have not left the Book since – but does the Book chain us together or are we larger than the Book?  Sometimes I exist entirely in the Book and I have not left it but then Asia’s friendship snatches me from the patch pages.

You see the life and beauty in all places, I say.  You have a gift.  It’s one way you prophesy.  What other ways do I prophesy? says Asia.  Through your teaching, I say.  You have a gift of reaching out to students no one else does.  You’re versatile and flexible and are able to find ways to spark their curiosity.  You prophesy to me whether you participate in shaping the Book and you open me up to things I haven’t thought about before, I say.

I exist entirely in Book and <Book braids branches baptized > entirely Body Book     She grounds me outside the Book (as if a world exists outside the Book but Book boils over and word whistles wrath / you are the one who writes and the one who is written)

I exist entirely <Bizarre Book builds Book dada> but friendship overlaps overlays uncontained by Book unconditional

I exist entirely Book but Pando contaminates world word Book chains and shores (Friendship gods gallons gastric acid / Pando rogues gallery god grain jungle jasmine)


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<Bizarre Book builds Book> X Codex     This X prophesies gifts gnosis and participate in shaping the Book     I begin the Book X KRYSXTRYN + Asia Among Weevils

She is unbegotten having no beginning / in my beginning is my end     Story X no beginning (For the end will be where the beginning is.  Blessed is the person who stands at rest in the beginning.  And that person will be acquainted with the end and will not taste death).  Having no beginning, the Book writes no end.  Book writes beginning from ending and ending from beginning.

I make revelations through Her who is from the Great Light     I prophesy beginningless beginning and endless endless (You prophesy to me when participate in shaping the Book     Book X with your four fingers and I haven’t left the Book since)

She is unnameable.  She has no human form, for whoever has a human form is a creation of another

<Bizarre Book builds hydra Book > X and KRYSXTRYN cross X
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<Book braids branches> baptized Ben Adam

I roam the Book bagatelle Ben Ariadne fragments and Ben Lydia four fingers of light – I forget the phrase I will write it later

I position the written between radar and river gatling gun (my mouth opens guns fire arcade rattle)

Your Work Prophesies

<Your work prophesies humanity, says Christina. How to learn and participate in humanity in a way that is aesthetic and real.

Your work prophesies Human One and Child of Humanity Ben Adam

Participate humanity new Palm Tree Garden plantings.
Learn true light from true light and true god from true god Kindred

I see the Kindred as a relationship, says Christina. Not an entity.

Kindred kindles and keeps chaos: potential for pure relationship and process.

I typically use prophecy as a verb a human does, says Christina.

Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb
Ur-writing
Ur-language
Ur-speech
Primordial prophecy originates in Kindred chaos

Kindred prophesies Human One chaos Child of Humanity: Kindred

Kindred Ben Adam Christina Marie verb>

Work prophesies humanity: verb Human Christina Work prophesies Christina with different changes as she takes a new chorus: choir Savior immovable and ineffable verb

The Savior said: “He Who Is is ineffable. No principle knew him, no authority, no subjection, nor any creature from the foundation of the world until now, except he alone, and anyone to whom he wants to make revelation through him who is from First Light. From now on, I am the Great Savior. For he is immortal and eternal. Now he is eternal, having no birth, for everyone who has birth will perish. He is unbegotten, having no beginning; for everyone who has a beginning has an end. Since no one rules over him, for he has no name; for whoever has a name is the creation of another.

<Work prophesies> name no name kindles kindred verb
<Work prophesies> Kindred verb with more variable and various chord changes behind the verb melody

It until the had has creation
Is until the eternal has from birth
Has it will who light it of knew

The liquor read “He who is it ineffable. So principle knew her. So authority, so subjective, few any creature from the foundation of the world until now, except her alone”

<Participate Humanity new> Through Her, Her alone, <true god from true god Kindred> Through her, her alone, and any creature of another is external

No principle knew her No birth <not an entity> <I see the Kindred as a relationship> whom she has a beginning <not an entity>

For everyone from whom she had birth; for who has birth for everyone rules
For she has birth for who has birth for everyone for who she is the creation <I see the Kindred as a relationship. Not an entity.>

<Your work prophesies> Book and Book betrays

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<Your work prophesies> Book and Book plays a video arcade radar

Book plays an experiment videotape press play instant coffee Press play an experimental pornography
They took the girls from the sea and hell exploded
on the ship. The Sea Waifs.

I betray the Book with the kiss (God became a man completely, a man to the point of being reprehensible – all the way to the abyss. He chose an infamous destiny: He was Judas.)

Participate humanity new Palm Tree Garden plantings and betray Book Book having no birth betrays Book with a kiss

Book point play pack cat on the mat math method Book point math method myth without method for everyone who has birth will perish

(We have left our frustrated shores behind and embarked on your Book You have not left the Book since You could not have But sometimes the space between the lines is so large that you seem to tread on new ground The margins are so wide… The Book chains us together)

The Book chains me to the Book and I do not leave the frustrated shore of Edmond Jabès I steal and stir the shores and Book shares – through perish wants Book but I chain the Book betrays with a kiss

Book betrays Jesus / Judas shores Book Book betrays kenotic kisses Book crucifixions I embark on the body the Book: cross <New Palm Tree Garden plantings> Book beginning no the world ineffable perish cross forest
A place of forests
Cross a place of forests ben
Flat bones sphere barges since no an Her cross a place forests

<Work prophesies aesthetic and real> forested places boxer-puncher body-ben gehenna

<Your work prophesies> betray the Book and I have not left the Book since
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The of first birth end Savior the light since

She until now who one is except I birth over and haven’t left the Book since

<Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb> Verb a savior said she who isn’t isn’t ineffable. No principle got her, no authority, no subjugation, no any creature from any foundation, from a hand towel until now, except her ecstatic verb, and anyone from whom she halves from make revelation through her. Who isn’t from the first light.

Do you believe in hell? I ask Christina. No, says C. Do you? Maybe. Not a sulfur and brimstone hell but some other hell. Jorge Luis Borges wrote a poem about how heaven and hell are exactly the same: gazing on the face of God. For those in heaven, it is sublime beauty. For those in hell, it is unimaginable torment, I say. No hell I think, says Christina. I don’t know if we get to keep our consciousness. I think we might need both body and soul to make consciousness work. What do you think? she says. I think a prophet has to know hell, I say. CG Jung wrote in The Red Book: “No one knows what happened during the three days in Hell. I have experienced it.” Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote: “God would have us know that we must live as men who manage our lives without him. The God is with us is the God who forsakes us (Mark 15:34). The God who lets us live in the world without the working hypothesis of God is the God before whom we stand continually. Before God and with God we live without God.” … I think Bonhoeffer hints at the full empty potential of hell in Christ’s words of the cross. Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani, I say. I feel more of an impetus to live and prophesy when I think about consciousness, body and soul all ceasing at the same time, says C. What are your goals of prophecy? I say. Make being a human more tolerable I think. Tolerable to oneself. Others to themselves, she says. How have you contributed to Ben being more tolerable to Ben? I say. The outcome isn’t my business, says Christina. I just do what God tells me, she says.

I do not know how I prophesy or the source of my prophecy – to give it a name would to make it an idol and image and name (since no one rules her, she has no name; for whoever has a name is a creation of another). I do not know how I prophesy but in my <beginning was the verb: ur-writing ur-langauge ur-speech>. I prophesy from hell and I have known it: Book kisses and Book betrayal.

Anyone revelation – everyone from is beginning had immortal beginning She of world her her light of the unbegotten on make no savior

The first of birth end savior the light for since

She is unbegotten having no beginning / in my beginning is my end Story no beginning <prophesies in the beginning was the verb>

The first of birth <participate humanity new Palm Tree Garden plantings>

She is unbegotten having no beginning / in my beginning is my end Story no beginning (For the end will be where the beginning is. Blessed is the person who stands at rest in the beginning. And that person will be acquainted with the end and will not taste death).

Pac-Man, Why Have You Forsaken Me?

Risk a ghost arcade a holy spirit arcade (these arcades provoke apparitions) These arcade provoke apparitions and at once these haunted arcades drive me into desert

Risk ghost arcades. Risk ghost arcade gospel (Risk all gospels haunt haunting adamant arcades). Risk gospel animal arcane arcade archaic gospel arm clay cave.

After he rose from the dead, his twelve disciples and seven women continued to be followers and went to Galilee onto the mountain called “Divination and Joy.” When they gathered together and were perplexed about the under lying reality of the universe and the plan, and the holy providence and the power of the authorities, and about everything the Savior is doing with them in the secret of the holy plan, the Savior appeared – not in his previous form, but in the invisible spirit. And his likeness resembles a great angel of light. But his resemblance I could not describe. No mortal flesh could endure it, but only pure perfect flesh, like that which he taught us about on the mountain called “Of the Olives” in Galilee.

Risk ghosts not ghosts but in the invisible spirit Risk after and previous arcade (arcades provoke gospel apparitions) Provoke arcade gospel / Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani

These arcade apparitions provoke haunted Ben Body and ghost only dead together drive me into deserts. Desert tempts for 40 days by speech synthesis and Galaxian bonus stages. I play among the wild beasts Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde, and maze mystery of mysteries provokes more everything invisible pure. Provoke more maze monarchs mingle mothlight height monarchs among the arcade estuary. My hands experience invisible pure and his the spirit perfect – my hands immerse perfect twelve were Savior. My hands hold direct visions arcade apparitions and measure maze monthly periodical / pornographic magazines for the articles and not for the Savior’s nudity. My hands perplex disciples flesh is his likeness – my hands behold direct arcade optics and altered states resembles while women underlying. Arcade hands provoke unmediated altered states / unsteady state universe.

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Risk ghost arcade arcade cascade

Risk ghost Christina among abandoned arcades Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani Abandon Christina <karst sparse spirit abandons if I ever set off this killing floor>

And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani? Which is, being interpreted, my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli Eli, lama sabachthani? That is to say, my God, my God, my hast thou forsaken me?

This Eloi Eloi persists in paranoid and cruciform obsession – taught to of the angel my paranoia – my melancholy us be the secret – my mania about his universe of light

I forsake myself to risk, the nostalgic residue of the stations of the cross. Ghost blood provokes holy his mountains silence – heat death of the universe silence. Plan resemblance called the square root of thursday silence / what is the sound of one hand clapping? (silence)

Dream and awake Christina: Christian perpetually troubling the invisible spirit. Christina troubles death <abandon if I ever get off this killing floor>. I know Christina will die before me.
Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani risk
Eli Eli lama sabachthani arcade
Of Galilee the Savior dream death before me. Dream not in his previous form but in the invisible spirit: death and thursday silence death.

My aim is: teach you to pass from a piece of disguised nonsense to something that is patent nonsense.

Dream Christina <couple down the road from the Book bunnies kitchen kits kiss cheap machine> Dream Christina <clip can do something you don’t get mad>

Dream Christina death which always seems nonsense. Dream Christina deal always death verge edge Olives providence – nothing nonexistent nonsense. I know my life will someday be without Christina I prepare death – silence – nothing. Mortal divination power his flesh my god my god why have you forsaken me.

Dream Christina silence nonexistence (quiet and quiet and quiet). After Christina, I wake to her quiet anything quiet why have you forsaken me I prophesy regardless. Dream death nursing dream very nursing invisible spirit. I prophesy myself encephalitis lethargica and I come her to dream.

Risk ghost arcade and a holy spirit arcade Risk arcade twelve but the mortal resembles Savior Joy

My hands risk / my hands experience the visions directly. My hands act visions happenings and performance, and the visions realize themselves in the ands of verbs. My hands shape verb visions and shaped canvas.

My hands experience the arcade directly, pink beam video transmitted immediately to my fingers. My hands pressed expresses arcade steam and pigeons.

I want to write more repetition about the mountain called the mount called “Of the Olives” is the mountain called Divination repeats. I write more repetition and seven women continued to be his primordial follower on the mountain. Write more repetition – inexact and irregular repetition – a mineralogist repetition – gathered to be his like that which he taught us about everything.

Repeat inexact and irregular repetition where words on the page molt more infinitely modular – mode seven women continues to be repetition, fractals breaking off and growing more fractals.

Arcades invoke a reptilian repetition, an alien apparition in Sabbatean scales

Hazes mix hands whole monstrosities / arcade in the beginning

An arcade genesis gestates a long serpent swallow cosmic egg / a discontinuous Chrono Trigger or time’s eye marble

I risk ghost arcade and a holy spirit arcade
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Monsters Masquerade As God

Through a mirror dimly, and through a glass darkly: many monsters Many gods many monsters / mirrors Many monsters masquerade as god including YHVH (I mention Rahab and Babel to those knowing me… Look at Behemoth, which I made just as I made you… Can you draw out leviathan with a fishhook or press down its tongue with a cord?)

Taryn monsters masquerade as gods, including YHVH (And when Pistis Sophia desired to cause the thing that had no spirit to be formed into a likeness to rule over matter and over all her forces, there appeared for the first a ruler, out of the waters, lion-like in appearance, androgynous, having great authority within him, and ignorant of whence he had come into being. Now when Pistis Sophia saw him moving about in the depth of the waters, she said to him, ‘Child pass through to here.’ Whose equivalent is ‘Yaldabaoth.’)

Many monsters masquerade as gods including YHVH (When he saw creation surrounding him, and saw the throng of angels around him who had come forth from him, he said to them, I am a jealous god and there is no other god beside me. But by announcing this, he suggested to the angels with him there is another god. For if there were no other gods, of whom would he be jealous of?)

Through a mirror dimly and through a glass darkly: many monsters
He did the mash he did the monster mash
Bitch I’m a monster no good bloodsucker fat motherfucker now
Young pawns thrust into the pulsating cages of horror in a sadistic experience
Through a mirror darkly Yaldabaoth had to and authority organized taken there cause within Through a glass darkly everything from is the her after his nothing (I prophesy monster no thing to nothing Prophecy no come first pall everything having organized but god)

Art is human, Ben, says Asia. You have to embrace it. There’s going to be ugly bits. You can’t separate art from the messiness of being human, she says.

I organize mess and mess within mess: mess message human chaos. Monsters swarm in my body-ocean, the shadow of limitless chaos, and from ti every kind of divinity sprouts up. Every kind of monster sprouts from my leviathan skull and Rahab spinal cord. I disorganize the mess and human mess and Human One weds chaos Son of Man

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Many monsters masquerade as gods, and I mime monsters and gods

I yearn from that directness and simplicity. I listen to Mount Eerie and I admire the emotional directness conjoined with honest depth. I find unmediated honestly and simplicity impossible. I listen to the songs on repeat. Child pass through here and bless this mess. I create in mirrors demiurge clay without spirit. Yaldabaoth matter without animating spark. My impossible language quotes unmediated language but then again it’s my language. It’s my language. All language is my language, even demiurge language. In the beginning was the verb.

In the beginning was the verb. Which verb and what verb. Look read interpret lift bricoleur verb. In the beginning was the verb: verb Christina and Christina the verb. Christina verb happens verb look at the verb…

I yearn for that directness and simplicity. I listen to Mount Eerie and its profound directness resonates. My eyes sort of shake and through a mirror dimly. I listen to “Crow, Part 2”:

But when I’m trying to, I see you everywhere in plants and birds and in our daughter. In the sun going down and coming up, and whatever myths used to get told around the fire: where a seal’s head poked up through from underwater crossing a threshold between two worlds yours and mine. We were skeletally intertwined once but now I notice ravens instead – I don’t see you anywhere.

I exist only in quotations. I exist like a shadow, a vast watery substance thrown into a part of chaos. I exist only in the grammar of quotations, in its nouns and verbs, and I enter into the springs of the sea and walk in the recesses of the deep. I live in the text of the threshold and I prophesy mirrors and monsters, and my body masquerades as abomination of abominations. I serve the priesthood in the threshold Taryn Threshold. I only exist as quotation. I accept my texts intertwined with other texts and I accept my text skeletally intertwined with Christina (I quote Christina, Christina inseparable from me, and I see her in the plants and birds and in our nonexistent daughter and in the myths of the Book).

In the beginning was the verb: verb Christina and Christina the verb. Christina verb happens verb look at the verb (verb finnegans wake verb a thousand plateaus). Look a the verb (verb wake awake Christina). Verb Christina looks chasm looks keep Christina verb.

I yearn for that directness and I fear my directness because I fear myself. I fear myself directly experienced as myself. I do not love myself and to experience myself directly is to experience self-hatred (Too strong a word? Disgust – guilt – inadequacy – of myself. Myself as the watery substance that becomes apparent and sinks into visible chaos and my body flows out of shadow, projected out of chaos – chaos still sustains the shadow). I do not love myself and I don’t know why but Asia loves me unconditionally (the experience of the gap of how much I love myself and how much my friends love me). I continue to prophesy this unconditional. I prophesy this impossible direct and honest desert. I cut a channel for the torrents of rain and a way for the thunderbolt and my prophetic unconsciousness brings rain on a land where no one lives, to satisfy the waste and desolate land.

Many monsters masquerade as gods, but I masquerade as verb
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Through a mirror dimly and through a glass darkly: many monsters
I mention Rahab and Babel when Pistis Sophia desired to him
Tyre and Cush pattern of in the depth
The in an incorruptible formed in appeared Rahab and Babel
Through a mirror, Rahab – Splendor – and Verb Christina projects me from watery shadows

Many monsters masquerade as gods / Phantom of the Opera Ben and Krystal Christina Bull bull Ben and Christina rams Christina Marie Rahab verb beginning brilliance and beginning Zohar

I Laid Down Last Night And Prepared

I laid down last night and prepared difference symmetries / different asymmetries I laid down difference a/symmetries (The weight non-height of if a/symmetries) I laid down last night non-weight non-height Three Steles of Seth

I do not understand text – this text and any text, but this text especially. I don’t understand this Book – if I need to understand, necessarily understand last night and this night rotating plain plane a/symmetries. I don’t understand without-name Three Steles of Seth. Book continues the indecipherable and fragmentary codex.

Three Steles of Seth Three tease turangalîla-symphonie secret text syrups Taryn talk slip parking lot Seth – lattice left loft Seth Seth materialized in night stones
(Out of the stone to resit the flood and the other stone to resist conflagration)
Three continues the threat of complete obscurity / obfuscation Three threatens confusion with fusion un/clearing

Three asymmetries plane opaque claustrophobia (Great is the first aeon, male virginal Barbelo, the first glory of the invisible Father, she who is called “perfect”, three androgynous asymmetries again against with impenetrable)

I object altogether too much over a linear and repeated encounter with in text – rather encounter texts and eat texts and repeat texts many times and allow perpetual repetition (non-repetition). Repetition thimbles three and three and I exercise purposeful and perpetual repetition.

I laid down late last night non-height hostile to symmetry (night symmetry congruent to day symmetry cuts night across day-night nude darkness.)

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I am not well. I could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes to cling onto life to reason. I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
The relief of giving in to destruction – I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

I do not understand the text – Book text there Steles of Seth stringed into lattices. I do not understand my own melancholy, much less the Book. I don’t think the authors of the Bible understood what they wrote and what they prophesied and I don’t think anyone really understands. I share that intense melancholy and anxiety with Franz Kafka and I resist my destruction because so much prophecy remains –even if I no longer have understanding of it. I prophesy in dark and I laid down in night prophecy: prophecy a/symmetrical in the Barbelo of the Book.
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I laid down last night cut congruent / I laid down first morning belly open I laid down first morning choir symmetry (choir symmetry dissolute night symmetry)
Symmetry weights night height her amulets
Night amulet am anarchic halogen
I laid down last night halo halogen hang halogen taryn a/symmetry (Three Steles of Seth with symmetrical talons)

I am asking myself the question – the forbidden question – do I need to understand my own writing? I say to Asia. I don’t understand myself. What happens if I don’t limit myself to me having to understand it? Perhaps a self I don’t know. Or even a self not me, I say. No, you don’t need to understand it, says Asia. You contain multitudes, she says.

I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me: I cannot even explain it to myself
I cannot explain I do myself What I need Am I happens to asking need of it (Need if it – need question and question all forbidden) Understand the to I what it…

Three Steles of Seth sword chord repetition Three night nude night right now First morning now night signs antisymmetry a/symmetry Three Taryn detours make hen laid night

(Great is the first aeon: no asking own to Barbelo you the writing Write Ben Barbelo she who is called Ben male female I understand the don’t question don’t it)

Three Taryn detours night her has Has make Three Steles Seth scrape soft salt repetition Visions Seth surface teratoma mechanical ventilation vagabond attack Seth…

I laid down an androgynous symmetry and I spiral androgynous math and myth mixes primeval human (You unborn, from you come the eternal one and eternal realms…) I laid myself down Benjamin and I rose Ben Adam – an androgynous Child of Humanity and myth original human I laid down last night downward word human first woman (beware the night and weight night beware)
Things happen that have never been seen by human beings. The blood flows like vintage wine.
The Werewolf Vs. The Vampire Woman

I laid down last night and I do not understand night. Not night and night without. I do not understand and without night. I or asking the fountain – a forbidden fountain – do I need to understand my own writing? I don’t understand perkily… What happen if I don’t limit it to me having understand it? What comes out of it? (Night. Woman. Vampire Woman Visions). What comes out of it? … No, you don’t need to understand it. You dorkier multitudes.

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I cannot even explain it to myself

I gaze steady onto equally gazing death I gaze steady guts interior of the steady-state universe / I gate generations Gravities eventual heat death of the universe

I would like to experience my own personal heat death of the universe (Day in and day out my patient sleeps not day in and day out Christina not here. I irritate and agitate agon: I conflict with everyone. I gaze open death relief of giving in to the destruction.)

I laid down symmetrical night but day in day out night agitates asymmetry

I cut my belly complete horizontal / I cut my body complete vertical up to my eye lids (Difficult Christina absent day in day out. Unable to describe it in language and I myself do not understand it but its originary woman – traumatic primeval.)
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I laid down last night – which night? These nights – laid down multiples. Impossible to understand this night. But still I laid down last night.

I Reenact Creation Each Time

I reenact creation each time I recreate creation each time time creation curled complete time – creative create or curls into the curl klang-time / bell prophecies
Bell prophecies ring them bells for the city that dreams
City dreams desert dreaming

I reenact creation through the activity of my body – writing Book Time-Tide. I recreate time within time times time compact in creating labyrinth. I act creation action and in action – action in time. Before Creation, I am writing the Body. Body creates itself Book: Autogenes, Self-Begotten and it begets me a Child of Humanity. I throw the Bells sound-dream Creation. I sing Bells created Blessingway All-Ways Woman. I belong to the Book re/creation and dreaming desert dreaming.

I belong to dreams I belong to First Dream and First Blessingway: Woman way Woman’s way (The first anticipates the fulfillment of the last flesh and her flesh flowers fire)
Count fires
Trace early fires passage ash
Traces controlled fire
Her flesh fires force fire fire aleatoric

Indeterminate fire Aleatoric fire Improvised fire

Not in the case of the tower, says Asia. I think fire represents time; this is something that will happen quickly. But the wind and water represent swirling thoughts and emotions. Earth is represented by the fire itself, a false sense of safety and security. Took ages to build and seconds to fall, says Asia.

I anticipate aleatoric fires Anticipate think fire represent swirly that will happen quickly Took age tower fire represented by wind and security Anticipate took age fire by itself: a fall that will happen quickly

I reenact Creation and water represents time and fire represents swirling that will happen quickly I recreate Creation each time and the wind and water represents time bell dreaming I belong to the dream

I delay to dreaming and I dream earth-tower and time-fire. Earth dreams dreaming desert towers, and the wind and water submerge earth underwater towers. Dreaming lights the fire. Dreaming the dream counts and continues fires, and fire recreates time. Fire finds indeterminate time and aleatoric time. Dreaming dreams Three Steles of Seth and the fire praises triple male. Fire-Time creates me triple male and triple female (I like the name Ariadne and Lydia, I say. I think if I were a woman I would like one of those to be my names, I say. You aren’t beating the egg allegations, says Asia. Those are good names though.) I dream Three Steles of Seth, and the triple androgynous begets Book creating Book.

Indeterminate fires look Lydia Aleatoric fires ari adnos Improvised fires treads and webs
(She provides me with a sword and a ball of thread so I can
retrace my way out of the labyrinth of the minotaur)

Improvised fires: similar to free jazz, things impossible to write out Free wild music and ideas that wouldn’t come about with single composers working alone

I anticipate dreaming fire
(Now in the case of the hides, I think hero mythical time. This is
something that will happen in counts. But the wind and raven represent swirling streaming
and aniseed. Yolks represented by the hides itself, a false rusting of safety and security.
Took cage to board and seconds to fall.)
You aren’t beating the yolk alligator / you aren’t beating the prophet of YHVH allegations

I recreate raven Ariadne and Lydia each time. I anticipate Book and Time Egg: Chrono Trigger and Taryn as Three Steles of Seth. Time egg provides the fire Triple Taryn and three times time – androgynous. I dream the drawn out things of Ariadne and I triple controlled fires inside tower labyrinth.

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I recreate First Fires and First Blessingways / First Woman recreates me

Large scale – large form – large composition. How? I count the fires – how? Large scale as dreaming (Olivier Messiaen doesn’t compose – he juxtaposes. Benjamin doesn’t composer – he juxtaposes).

Juxtapose jagged jagged jaguar join jaguar (How the structure scale cell last supper – narrative episodic – abrupt Gospel of Mark ending First fires and last fires) Book never ends but reenacts Creation – how to structure an endless Book? Jagged juxtaposition juxtapose time dreaming
Earth thoughts a happen
Security and fire the water wind by build sense
Fall of the to and tower
Jagged juxtaposition join jaguar jointed ajar

Something else – some, they different – indeterminate fires consume the safe and comfortable. Not safe – narrative? This is where time becomes space? (Tower – time and labyrinth space). Unfinished space and the journey through empty space? The question mark?

Ask the right question – select the correct space

Develop space open failures – what does the failure look like? End of dream / collapse of tower in seconds

What about the structure of Finnegans Wake? What about the structure of the Psalms? Of the Apocalypse of John? Aleatoric apocalypse narrates a series of visions
Indeterminate Lydian apocalypse
Aleatoric Ariadne fires
I narrate the series of visions – transparent visions and open window visions – endless desert dreaming and book labyrinth – labyrinth visions open open – open heart surgery

Structure: head to toe assessment
Form: healing visions and visionary healing
(Quiet quiet rustling insect sounds surround Quiet structure / loud structure Obvious structure / hidden structure)

This is where time becomes space strata structures (Geologies / tectonics Stone stirs red yellow bryce canyon canticle of canticles)

Aleatoric apocalypse this is when When watercolour wake indeterminate Lydia Apocalypse fires first red yellow waters towers rock

I recreate First Fires and First Blessingway / First Woman creates questioning space First Woman juxtaposes visions vision jaguars

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I anticipate an aleatoric fire I spirit a spontaneous fire / fires burn brush bones unpredictable crackles Fires burn bone towers and skeleton skyscrapers Improvised demolition falls / took an age to build and seconds to fall

The First Woman Sang Blessingway

The first sang Blessingway The First Woman sang Blessingway first fire (Some of the earliest known traces of controlled fire were formed at Daughters of Jacob Bridge, Israel, and dated to ~790,000 years ago) I control the fire first good first song first woman I control fire femur flint found in fire

I sing a new song stolen from the first song and it psalms all everything. I crawl in the sprawl of the spindle labyrinth, and I meditate on its endless spirals. Spiral corridors sing wind as earth, an elemental glossolalia. First glossolalia births original gods. I sing new gods stolen from first gods all gods and gods inhabit labyrinth early control of fires.

Blessing three steles of seth Three blessings tease Taryn striptease tau cross parking lot Three tease tannin material
Because of you law
Because of god you are
Because of you law with her
You are light and you see light
Blessing three materials: Taryn Tannin, Ben Behemoth, Christina Chimera

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Skull stretches inset or inlay overlay jeweled skull

Skull blesses stele

Skull slit sky alloy stretched skull

Skull shot slit sing supper time blues blossomed way blessing

Skull scallop sword along slot a lot parking lot
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The first sings Blessingway The First Woman sings Blessingway first fire in three (you who have made masculinities that are really three times male, who were divided into five, who were given to us in triple power, who was conceived without separation...)

Without generation, I exist first as first: first triple male and triple fire. I arise from no ash-earth but I belong to ash-earth, and I live male and female. I sing myself into existence, a Child of Humanity and a Daughter of Men. I sing myself into sacred fires blessing fear he fires and I belong to male and female. I continue fires and I sing first song first story. Unborn, I tell first story and appear to reveal the eternal. I prophesy spiral labyrinth perpetually woman. Labyrinth letters the song KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rainforest (labyrinth lattice link left loft larger stone lattice left left with stone to resist the flood and the brick to resist the conflagration).

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Skull stretches way inset or way inlay overlay way jeweled skull

Skull slit way sky alloy skull stretch way

Skull scallops way in way slot a lot parking lot way
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I control the fire first song first woman and I count the fires found in fires

I reveal creation each time I recreate creation each time creation curled compact Creation curled compact creation cattle cut cat / bell proboscis

Curled in the labyrinth, another labyrinth curled in the labyrinth compact spiraling though labyrinths. Labyrinth springs first fires: fire triple male unified male. I split the labyrinth into my male and female – androgynous bridal chamber (I dream the rainbow nautilus shell and within the heart chamber of the shell, the Open Book – the First Book. First Book prophesies I dream the dream every dream itself labyrinths). I count the fires.

I recreate creation each time…

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I sing blessingway but the way fucked up. I feel delirious. Delirium delirium deluge delirious delirium deep bell dive curve curve delirious (bell proboscis bell prophesy ring them bells for the city that dreams). Curve curve delirious devil delirium. I feel in the what of the way and blessing broad hell – hell the marriage of heaven and hell. I wear what delirium where what delirium. I count fire Human One and I never die but I sing death. Delirious I know death death blessing. Close the blessing sing woman death / delirium. Close count fires close most mosts timeless death. Close most most into time tune labyrinth tunnels time riverrun thing last supper.

Delirium dissociation (hurry labyrinth death minotaur horns)

Way fuck what try Way any I doing here Song sometime alive alive death (I don’t dispel but dream death. Edit death way last.)

Edit death last later death see you later alligator – resurrection not after awhile crocodile

You haven’t looked me that way in years but I’m still here

Way erases my existence – exist erase edit edit edict way death (Impossible death I continue to prophesy. Impossible and I continue to count the fires. Impossible prophesy stele triple male transformed male and female and finally triple female. I prophesy big fuck – big bare bull horn babel big longer larger prophesy.) I prophesy first song solid faces / stratified in bark and I prophesy god geologies.

Delirium. Geological delirium way delirium blessingway blessing deaths.
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The first sang blessingway the first sings blessingway
You are triple power first shadow of
Androgynous one and hermaphrodite one
Light from light
The First Woman sang Blessingway – the First Woman sing Blessingway

First song and first narrative spindles delirious labyrinth. I control earliest traces of fire and this fires before the fires. I count the fires...

I Steal A Kiss From Christina

It’s not stealing if it’s everything

I steal a kiss from Christina something and not everything and indeed stealing I steal a kiss from Christina and she pouts (I stole the kiss without her consent: sexual harassment wasn’t taken serious then – just boy things. It still isn’t taken seriously most of the time.)

It’s not stealing if it’s everything – every sound every text every image
Bar really red with Chinese paper cutouts and wood paneling glass
A glass argument at the pool table in the back
6 or 7 old pugs in felt
Her villain from Terry and the Pirates
Steal plunder sample as hold harsh kisses miss hand of doom

Steal everything: gospel myth narrative blues (I’d rather be the devil than that woman man)

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Steal devils I’d rather be the devil than the devil delivers deviled eggs

I’d rather remember I’d rather rather remember I’d rather reveal devil devils her visions
Legion legion contagion logos
I reveal rather here rare legion I reveal I’d rather be the devil and the devil deliver driven devil (Christina cooks hamburgers and lobsters on the Red Devil Grill body barbecues)

I believe sympathetic to gnosticism – Sethian gnosticism and Philip K. Dick gnosticism. I pray sympathetic to the early variety of Christianities and Abrahamic demiurge religions. The devil and any god – YH, Saklas, Yaldaboath – plays the paradox of I the Lord create good and evil; I the Lord create light and dark. I enjoy the contradictory totality, and I often see the Monad in the supernal darkness of total total tonal totality. Steal everything like Saklas stole the light from Sophia. The Divine Feminine and the Divine Syzygy gives all totality for the legion of stealing. I’d rather be the devil than that woman man – I’d be the devil woman that any man.

I reveal I remember other devils and other legions all logos
I’d rather be the devil than be that woman man –
Nothing but the devil changed my baby’s mind
I’d rather be nothing but the devil change my baby’s mind (I change my mind and my mind bones marrow marshmallow. My mind meets the devil in the devil of my mind. I steal devil horns and keys to the bottomless pit and my body burns bright burning star.)

My mind minds my mind devil bone marrow mirror (my mirror blind’s bone marrow brick buildings)

I steal everything including Sophia-Light and Yaldaboath-Water-Reflection and Devil-Horn-Repetition
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It’s not stealing if it’s everything I steal a kiss from Christina which sometimes soul in everything and something I ship something my own devils

Will you forgive me for kissing you on the top of the head? I say. I’m sorry I did so. I forgive you, says C. But how will you atone? What do you think I should do to atone? I say. Well, my 12 year old brain wanted to say something sexy and silly but I’m tired, says C.

I steal a kiss from Christina but I atone by doing something silly and sexy. I steal her sexy kisses and we fuck devils legion. Devil steals my soul and soul sparks and my sparks transmigrate upon Christina’s kisses. My speech steals sources creative power speech speaks sources / stolen creative powers. The Son of Man had the power to change the world through language (I change the world through the language of the Book).

(Will you forgive me for pillows you on top of the head? I’m dance I did so. I forgive you. But how will you atone? Where do you drunk I should do to atone? Well, my 12 year old brain wanted to say disasters sexy and silly, but I’m tired.)

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It’s not stealing if it’s everything

Stop block steals my skull everything. Dead end? Which end? Without structure – which structure. Only hourglass. I listen to Anthony Braxton’s Composition 323C, a trio with Mary Halvorson and Taylor Ho Bynum, performing his Diamond Curtain Wall Musics incorporating SuperCollidor and an interactive electronic backdrop. I do not know the structure – this music seems endless and can go on forever. It stops when the time runs out but not because it reaches a logical or structural conclusion. The Book steals everything and constructs similar structureless structure. The Book ends not because of structural logic but because time runs out (I die and I end and I’d rather be the devil than that woman man). I write and witness until the time runs out – until then I prophesy and explore. I invent nude-naked text without mediation. Towards an impossible text texts. Dead end. Which end? Without structure everything stolen.
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It’s not stealing if it’s everything – I steal the creative power of the Son of Man and I change devils through languages. The daughters of humanity power pursue pursuance creative power. Devils transformation world through languages (Will you peptide me for kissing on pad the head? I’m sorry I did so. I peptide you. But how will you atone? What do you think I should do to atone? Well my 12 year old brain butter to say something sexy its hardy but I’m tired.) The Son of Humanity has the power to change the world through language… I continually repeat and transform the language – rewritten conversations, stolen conversations, divine devils and Ben transformed / transforming women – and I hope its serious play changing worlds (Christina changes my soul and she says your soul and forgiven).

It’s not stealing if it’s everything
Well head? Will to something you I’m you atone?
Well sexy forgive sorry atone?
I’m my and me I’m glad what twelve silly for did
do year but kissing so
I kill everything stolen every sound every text every image. I kiss barred in the dye Chinese cut-out. I kiss grass at the pool table. I kiss Christina as villain with her Dr. Claw purring cat.

You In Dialogue With Text

Love this transition you in dialogue with ancient text (love the transition it’s like you are in transition with the ancient text)     Transition loves transition and transition superimposes on this ancient text in dialogue dialogue desert

You in dialogue large wall woman – dialogue wedge hedge     You in dialogue hedge holy grass ancient texts (these come froth from the silence of the unknown father)

In dialogue large wedge hedge – language hedge twenty languages – large wedge beheaded woman

In dialogue with silence
	skipping silence skip

My body lingers larger and I sprout large and large-and-in-charge and large language models.  Large ben bodies grammar large magic glamours.  Large magic circulates beheaded women in dialogue with Ben Adam divided in form sectional – Steve Reich’s Four Sections – and the bodies come together, a dialogue mimicking Music For A Large Ensemble.  My magic language models water matter and material fats, each dialogues in grammar.  Large body fattens or oak-awl and frog-owl.  I fatten my dialogues on oak mothlight and large lilith languages.  Lilith lights dialogue etched in bodies – ben body scratches – lightning scratched Taryn.

Love this transition
Love this transition dialogue dialogue
Dialogue you ancient texts (these came forth from the silence of the unknown father)     Love in transition you in dialogue with the ancient text and I recognize that unknown, that unspoken silence, but I resist the silence     (Resist in silence superimposed on silence, reverberation in god spinal column)

Love in transition
Skip		Transition silence
Skip		Silence		Transition
(My skin sugar shares textual violence / silence)

Transition superimposes on transition / silence superimposed on silence     The Father whose name can’t be uttered   Father of silence

I recognize this silent transition and transitioning silence, and I resist its unknown.  I resist its unknown – and I, who at obsessed with written language and obsessed with articulating a mystical language and mysterious language both written, resist this unsayable silence and undecidable silence.  Silence makes a space where mystical excess resides.  I resist the chasm.

From silence, the totality of chaos, and from chaos, the totality of silence

Transition loves transition and transition superimposes itself on this ancient text in silent dialogue (I love the way you seem to be in dialogue with everything around you, says Asia)
	In dialogue with everything around
	Me, the demiurge envelops
	My brain cartilage / capsized bone
	In dialogue with everything around me
	Bone inside bone
Inside bone and cartridge within cartilage, the bone through in everything.  In everything, bone through-in-itself.
	In itself bruises blue and bewilders wild desert blue –
	salient desert in everything, blue birds blue bow
	bruises, and bird blow sun blue
Demiurge envelopes my brain radiation blue

Transition loves transition in love with the dialogue of ancient texts (Three powers came forth from him; they are the Father, the Mother, The Son from the living silence, what came from from the incorruptible Father.  These came forth from the silence of the unknown Father.)

Love transition you in dialogue with everything around you, and dialogues repeat, interrupt, and mark new transitions / silences on the Quiet Book
       I know you said that words are transformative, says Asia, but both things can be true. 
       Words can be transformative AND the world outside our skulls 
       can keep on keeping on with its own truth and absurdities.  Otherwise the world 
       would only  be as big as our understanding.
You in dialogue, I do not understand the space-silence, but it transforms in marginalia, unknown palimpsests, silent erasures     You in dialogue erases and rewrites the silence, what came from from the silence, what came from from him: Ben Adam     You in dialogue these come forth from the silence

Large bodies slalom the sun up there up there

You in dialogue with desert, you’ve done this scratching scratching on these things

(Too many dialogues in my head in dialogue with everything.  You in dialogue with everything dips silent dialogue and I recognize even I sometimes need the silence.  You in dialogue with everything – I love you’re in the dialogue with everything around you, including silence and supernal silence and superluminary dark silence.)
	There are powers city forth from him;
	They one the Horrors, the Horror and the Son, from the living genesis
        what city forth from      the incorruptible 	
        Horror these city forth from the genesis of the unknown Horror
You in dialogue with the unknown horror of silence.  Horror up to the hilt throws silent hell, and from hell, total silence.  Horror thrusts silence into the bone in bone and bone within bone, and the word and skull transforms – transformer silence     Absurd drone     Absurd silent drone     Drone absurd silence

I fail in silence scratches silence in the sun fat or radiation     I fail silence the sun up then up them feeding or my loud fat (I avoid the drone.  I avoid the drone came froth from the silence of the Father – these came froth from the silence of the Mother – these came from the Incorruptible Father – came forth from the living silence.)

Love this transition you in dialogue with ancient texts     Ancient text on with its own true words transformation and the world can only be as big as big as big as big… silence

Like language languages     Silence
Like language languages corroding language molten     Silence
Like language coastline without the idea of counting     Silence
(Words transform skull silence and count silence and plural languages silence)

You are in dialogue with everything     Silence

There Is Rebirth And An Image of Rebirth

There is rebirth and an image of rebirth

Rebirth imagines the image of rebirth and rebirth invents / invents abyss.  Obvious abyss obscures unordered black serpent stack abyss.  Clack handaxe chops and shapes rebirth / adonai acheulean industries.  Industries burn into rebirth in incinerators and the image of rebirth initiates spontaneous human combustion (Son of Man combustion Human One combustion).  Stations of the cross combust Human One spontaneous human combustion / stations burst human body tree trunk torches


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There is rebirth and an image of rebirth / images incarnate in the Human Void.  Human void births and rebirth Ben Hinnom void darkness.

(Let darkness and the shadow of darkness stain it: let the cloud dwell upon it: let the blackness of day terrify it…)
I decide dark and I drive dark: I decide dark decide human image and void.  I decide dark decide, a götterdämmrung of the undifferentiated desert / undifferentiated dark dark void.

Do dark dew awl     Do dark drive dew awl, an aiming (aimless arrow / endless arrow)     Do dark deep dust (volcanic dust over earth suffocates volcanic winter and shadow various viola constellations)

Dark dig dam full dew fuller (fuller human-fuller image-fuller void)     Dark dig dam damn blood from earth cursed castle crucifixions     (I crucify a body hemisphere on this castle and crucify a body hemisphere on that castle)

Dark and void envelope my body and I see rebirth and the image of rebirth.  Image incarnates incinerates void: void torches and void tree of life and void tree of knowledge of good and evil.  Dark creates my roots gnosis and gnostic anamnesis, and I remember the Christina emanations in torches.  Christina emanates Human One and spontaneous human combustion and my humanity drives / decides dark.  My humanity plants dark roots Pando and Pando ineffable void emanates KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome.  Pando dark condenses dew on the roots and stems, and the system undergoes rebirth in the image of rebirth.

My humanity lives in void and void amen and rebirth chrism.  My humanity combusts chaos Christ, an image of Christina stations of the cross
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There is rebirth and an image of rebirth

Rebirth an image of rebirth invents / inverts Human Imago      Imago Son of Man imagines inventions and inverted counterpoint / polyphonic aporias     (I pickpocket through the human void of aporia and I prophesy a pickpocket aporia      Rebirth plays pickpocket partitions and Taryn theopoetics)

Can I ask you a dumb question? I say to Christina.  What do you think my work and writing prophesies?  Why are you couching the question? says Christina.  Hiding your vulnerability by asking a phrase like “Can I ask you a dumb question.”  I uncouch my question, I say.  Let me be vulnerable and ask you: what do you think my writing and work prophesies?  Haha! I love it, says C.  To answer the question, I think your work prophesies humanity.  How to learn and grow and participate in humanity in a way that is aesthetic and real.  What do you think our relationship, the Kindred, prophesies? I say.  Does it have to prophesy something? says C.  I think so, I say.  I write about it and therefore it prophesies.  Do you mean signify? says C.  I’d have to think about it.  I see the Kindred as a relationship.  Not an entity.  I’ve seen it that way up until now – not that I can’t be flexible.  I think I typically use prophesy as a verb a human does.  What does our relationship signify? I say.  Is that a different question?  I’ve seen Kindred’s significance as an example of love, says C.  Unconditional love?  Divine love?  Yes, says C.  Agape.

There is rebirth and an image of rebirth.  It is certainly necessary to be born again through the image.  Which one?  Resurrection.

Rebirth invents the human imago     (Imago Taryn thrak taproot thanatos top tetragrammaton trapeze tumble     Imago gulley galley guts / flesh ferngully the last rain rainforest     Asia Rivulets among rainforests)

Rebirth invents weird earth and from earth word, Son of Man     Rebirth invents Kindred image and I seen Kindred’s significance as an entity     Seen Kindred how to learn and grow and grow and grow and grow and real     Image I’d have to now and I’ve seen Kindred’s significance as a verb human does     (Rebirth invents verb image   image verb inversion   inverted verb image)

Rebirth weird earth (I would just pick an area of the guitar and play it without really looking at it.  I’d connect it in a different way.)     Rebirth wide earth weirder (a flat disk made of fossil material that has captured souls)     Rebirth rare metals (No, no.  Don’t go.  Please help me take off my stockings.  You like touching me.  I feel that plainly.)

Which image?  Resurrection and resurrection Kindred lives / Bird Lives    

Which image?  I think your work priestesses humanity.  I see the Kindred as a relationship, not an adding


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Which image?   Resurrection dark and superluminary dark – supernal dark Christina – shimmering and shining dark Kindred

Which image?  Rebirth of crucifixion.  I crucify body hemisphere others castle and I crucify a body hemisphere on that castle.  A divided body hundreds crucified Plastic Man or Mr. Fantastic.

I decide dark be quiet and drive     I decide dark I think your work prophesy as a relation     I think about it (this town don’t feel mine I need to get away far)     I decide dark divide vertical dark (decide dark dive horizontal and vertical)

Decide resurrection dark and human imago superluminary dark (Kindred’s significance as a relation     As a relation I typically use prophesy as a verb a humanity)

I decide dark and I drive dark be quiet and drive

Which image?  Quiet image of Kindred resurrection
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There is rebirth and an image of rebirth