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Wrote you a love letter

Then tore it up to bits

Took the shredded pieces

Threw them in a pit

Setting it on fire

Watched the passion glow

Each piece flared from another

The flames of nevermore



Wrote you a love letter

Knew I would not send

Wrote you a love letter

Sealed it with my blood



Stood there with the ashes

As they crumbled away

The wind sent some flying

Forever out of reach

The seasons took the rest

Let it slip away

Walked away in silence

Left behind a stain



Wrote you a love letter

Knew I would not send

Wrote you a love letter

Words etched in my head



Wrote you love, and

Sealed it with my blood


ZENITH/NADIR: Liquid Time A to Z Blogging Challenge

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ZENITH/NADIR

LIQUID TIME

“Both in thought and in feeling, even though time be real, to realize the unimportance of time is the gate of wisdom.” ~ ~ Bertrand Russell

“The Lotus opens. Movement from earth, through water, from fire to air. Out and in beyond life and death now, beyond inner and outer, sense and non-sense, meaning and futility, male and female, being and non-being, Light and darkness, void and full. Beyond all duality, or non-duality, beyond and beyond. Disincarnation. I breathe again.” ~ ~ R. D. LAING

Paris, 16th arrondissement, le restaurant de l’Hôtel sur le toit vide





In every form of communication: “This is a beautiful view. So many beautiful views.”

♁ Ananke is a whisper without sound. She is. (ZV) acknowledges this forever knowledge. They revert to two, standing on a rooftop over Paris, lighting on other vantage points across the universes. They are among the cosmos. Limitless. No boundaries.

There is nothing outside of the box if there is no box to begin with.

Zehara and Valentina are tangible here, as they are elsewhere. Their essences remain connected, corporeal or not. Wrapping arms around the other, foreheads touching, breaths mingling, all lasts infinitely in the fraction of that second. They know the “why here?” before the question forms between them.

“This is where we first met,” they absorb the words in unison. Ananke, Necessitas, Ge, the Mother, allows the countless stars to lighten the darkness.

“As it was meant” fills any void.

The rooftop unfolds as it was: café tables, the mosaic tops iridescent waves of hues of blues and golds balanced on wrought iron Art Deco curlicues, red leather chair seating at the tables and for the chaise lounge settees. Gold thread embroidery traversed the fabric. Fine crystal flutes at the ready filled with sparkling champagne of prime vintage. Vegetarian Aperitifs strategically placed, the colors complimenting one dish to another.

Valentina.

Valentina was the guest of honor at this soiree, lauded for her breakthroughs in Biogenetic  Engineering. Every government wanted her. She forced a laugh at every bon mot, listened to and fobbed off the enticements, both scientific and sexual, and was thoroughly bored. Funding was a core ingredient to continue her work. Valentina was tired of being brought out as a gift to be bid on. Exquisite as the champagne was, she only sipped the first hour of the evening away, looking for an opportunity to leave. A spilled drink near her, the endless apologies, cleaning of the stain on her dress that was invented, was her chance. Her chance.

Zehara.

She came late, her entrance marked by the flurry of paparazzi yelling her name, the model of the moment. Zehara was weary of this game, being seen to be seen. She accepted the invitation only with the caveat that this would truly be a closed affair. Champagne in had, Zehara ditched the executive she arrived with, wandering the roof, taking in the panoramic view of Paris. She allowed herself to slink into the shadows, loving the absence of demands. Another was the center of attention. Zehara relished that, for once. But not for long. She grew deathly bored.

Zehara, full glass in hand, was making her way to exit the engagement. In her path was the honoree, surrounded by a pack waiting to eat their way in. She hadn’t paid Valentina much attention, but now. Everything changed for her. The attraction was magnified beyond anything Zehara had experienced before. One step, and Zehara faltered. Valentina took notice. She was in the process of taking in the wonder of Zehara, a rush of empty lust washing away her normal reticent ways, when the champagne made a splash.

They ignored the chaos, walking as far away from the clashing as they could. As they made their way to the roof’s railings, their hands found the others’. A now empty settee caught their eyes. Zehara broke hands, sped to the seating, and turned it so that Paris was fully before them. Hunkering down on the settee, doing their best not to be seen and interrupted, Valentina and Zehara began.

“This is an appreciation, a thank you,” a vibrato from Ananke, primordial personification of compulsion.

(ZV) held themselves tightly. Turning to the manifestation of The Mother

TRANSITION

IS

Time continues to scream

Time continues its fragmented shrinkage

♁ Ananke Is

A wavering, touch like, and Time is stilled

(ZV) is in attendance

Another entity as well

Ananke

Khronos

Time holds them all

Life is sustaining

A mewl of confusion weighs heavy

Something new, for the constant Time

♁  Subvocalizes

we were
ONE
Khronos. Ananke.
progenitors at creation
that had existed, is existing, will exist
we emerged self-born
formed the ordered universe(s)
set in our tasks
of Time
of Life
of being the cosmos

Yet
a divergence
an expenditure of Chaos
a swelling of Entropy
an order corrupted
the continuum of Time 
became a corruption of Time

destruction amplified
erosion amplified
deaths deaths deaths
fell before their
time

this was Ragnarok 
which never was to be gained
the final destruction
was upon ALL
my worlds
my creatures
my planes of existence
I

separate entities
Khronos applied Death
at a rate I could not change
we were in balance
were suppose to be balanced
existed for balance
I was not enough







JANICULUM

“We were created. Z in the Pod. V at control”

Statement

“Yes”

“You mixed with the extreme radiation. A fusion of Life”

“Yes”

“From our meeting?”

“From the first seeds of unbalance”

“To disrupt Time”

“Yes”

“To weaken Time. To permeate Time. To bring Life into Time’s equation.”

“Yes”

“And to bring and emotional sequence that Time never held”

Silence

“Truth: were we ever really in love?”

“Yes”

Quiet is sustained.

The other is still there but not noticed.

“What of you, Gaia? Are you unbalanced? Have you undergone a parallel disrupture?”

Silence

“If we are a counter point for Khronos…we are, yes?”

“Yes”

“What is yours?”

Into the void, the other makes themselves noticed.

Silent Khronos extends to (ZV)

“They are my balance beyond Khronos. You are Time’s balance beyond Ananke.”

(ZV) sees the other.

Ἀστερία. Karen. Good. Chaos.”

“Yes”

“They are in pain. They are in contradiction.”

“As you fused. Yes.”

(ZV) understands.

CONNECTIONS

♁ Ananke IS

Everywhere

Khronos IS

Everywhen

(KA)

Finds their way

(ZV)

ARE

EPILOGUE ON SATURDAY, MAY 1ST, 2021

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YIM: Liquid Time A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

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A to Z Blogging Challenge

YIM

LIQUID TIME

“Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.” ~ ~ William Penn

connects/bonds/merges/binds/agglutinates/joins/coalesces/connected

(ZV) adjusted the continuum of time by integrating spatial dimensions with the astral and ethereal planes. The system, in entirety, becomes changeless through the dramatic metamorphic change. There is no progression of time. Everything is Timeless. Khronos is frozen in Time. (ZV) is stuck, not frozen.

This is not a chance happening, an accident, kismet. (ZV) has gained: this has been a plan. The thought of it being of divine design is not sufficient. It had earthly intention meaning that is meaningless for them. They gave it credit as a thought experiment, dismissed it, letting it fade away. Stuck, they demanded accountability.

Their thinking of convergence began when Zehara, in her mind, liberated Valentina; Valentina held onto the concept of abduction. It had not begun at that point. In this static dimension of all reality, the realization of their connection(s) expanded. Without limits, for they now understood that Limit was another bespoke label. It was a coping strategy employed by all sentiments at whatever level of being the concept of Limit was conceived.

The Infinite. A label, yet one that was the existence. (ZV)’s paradigm of being changes.

If Time is unchanging, if it just Is, then what becomes of Time? Z crows that Time is dead. V reputes that; even if the progression of time stops here, now, it still remains in what came before. The push/pull of their separate hypothesis is contained; thought transcends, but they don’t question it.

Until they do. Why/how is there a movement in the thought process as they are incorporeal? How is Khronos? Z thinks of circles. V envisions infinity. Symbols are meaningless.

Time is meaningless?

Khronos fragments.

V supposes that Time is illogical if it does not fit the restricted theorem. If there is no end, no beginning, Time is then infinite, and with Infinity there is no need for time. K’s circle is a closed unit. It, too, deletes the thought of beginnings and ends. If the circle is pure, uniform, unbroken, it can stop or start. Anywhere. It doesn’t need time to consume itself.

The fragments of Time do not fit. Time has not been linear nor circular. Khronos imposed junctures and splits, uncircular paths, a transmogrification of the superlunary powers fundamental to Time’s being time.

The fragments of Khronos shrink.

Time screams.

(KV) takes notice.

♁ Ananke

SHE

THIS

(☿++☾+ +♃+♄+♅+♆+♇+☼)+∞³⋝ω

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XAIN: Liquid Time A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

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A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

XAIN

LIQUID TIME

“Time is a feature of creation, and the creator remains apart from it, transcendent over it.” ~ ~ James Gleick

EVERYWHEN

Ananke

Is witness to all beginnings; to all ends.

The End of All Things rips apart the progenitor with every erasure.

Erasures are Endless.

Endless.

There is nothing to measure.

It is or it is not.

Everything Is.

(☿+♀+☾+♂+♃+♄+♅+♆+♇+☼)+∞³⋝ω

Khronos is a part of the process, as is

Ananke

They were

♁ ⋝ t (⨍⨳⊎∞) =⨿

Khronos upset the balance

The Screams Must Stop

JANICULUM

(ZV) feels the sacred knife from their temple slice into the ethereal-corporal sync they have manifested. They feel a rift, a change, yet pain is of the past, not the present. What comes can not be seen from here. They have been severed from an aspect of themselves that has left the feeling of <.

Only for that time of piercing

A great severing occurred.

They experience the force within them ascend to a higher intensity

What was a standstill finds Khronos waver

Wavered

Khronos meets level meeting level

Balance happens

Khronos identifies the truth

(ZV) shares the truth

Awareness that the blade Ἀστερία bore sliced through the other

Ἀστερία‘s discorporation fused with her screams

A union of screams merged with Ἀστερία‘s

(ZV) + Khronos took notice

SHE is

LAB

FLOAT POD

CONNECTS

  • VALENTINA AND ZEHARA
    • Were profoundly in love
    • Each were admired
    • One for high status in the scientific world
    • One for great physical beauty
    • It went to their egos
    • It split them apart
    • The hurt went both ways
  • Valentina found backing for her project
    • Science + Transcendentalism
    • Taking the mind to next levels
    • Valentina threw herself all in
  • Zehara suffered and drifted
    • Hurt, alone, falling into the darkest shadows
    • Tried to commit suicide on Government land
    • Valentina’s lab was housed there
    • Recovering, an offer came
    • She took it
  • Karen
    • Jealousy ruled her ego
    • She easily acquiesced to Government intrusion
      • Valentina did not know
      • Z did not know
    • Another intruded with a thought of a touch
  • The Float Pod
    • Z vanished
    • V vanished
    • The Lab, the Float Pod, the Screams
  • K was noticed
  • elsEwhens
    • (ZV)
    • Khronos
    • Ἀστερία
    • Ananke
    • Everywhen/where/what/who

THIS IS

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WHEN ONE WILL: Liquid Time A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

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A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

WHEN ONE WILL

LIQUID TIME

“Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time.” ~ ~ Mahatma Gandhi

elsEwhen(s)

S=k_{b}\ln\Omega

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E = GHA (apparent Sun) – GHA (mean Sun)

Entropy exists for all in Time

Khronos encompasses Entropy

Decay, destruction, non-existence

Khronos is the medium

Neither

Striving for or against

yet

All life ends

The stars go Nova

Galaxies are consumed

Universes burn

Dimensions fragment,

Reduced to the dust of the dust

In perpetuity

Obliterations

Happens

(ZV), the Goddess

Blocking the passage of Time

Time works against (ZV)

Ἀστερία fell
The sacred knife 
Smeared with her blood
With outstretched arms
In determination to end the madness
A tool in another's hands
She screams the primal scream
Of the universal trauma
Of creation
The blade plunges into
The ooze that has bound
Khronos with (ZV)
As she is torn asunder
Her scream continues
Bringing

Ananke

Once Consort

Always Equal

The Progenitor

Mother of the universes

Gaia

Rhea

Tellus

Ge

Holder of uncountable titles, names

Ananke

Makes herself noticed

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VARIABLES PROTRACTED: Liquid Time A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

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VARIABLES PROTRACTED

LIQUID TIME

“Realize that now, in this moment of time, you are creating. You are creating your next moment. That is what’s real.” ~ ~ Sara Paddison

JANICULUM

The Oracle of the Peak leaps from the outcrop

The sacred knife is raised

Blood smeared from tip to hilt

The Oracle’s descends at the rate of 10-21 seconds, a trillionth of a billionth of a second.

She becomes her own variables, phasing through every who she is/was/might be

Her scream is infinite

At a standstill, the god and the goddess

Clash for control over the other

Seek non-existence for the other

Fight for what is theirs

He was right; they were wrong

They were right; he was wrong

Time hangs in a balance

The scale does not tip

Still, The Oracle of the Peak falls

As she prophesized in dreams

In her dealings with the dead

Seeing the future

Living all of her linear pasts

Breathing through all of her linear moments

Seeing nothing nothing nothing

Of what’s to come of her

She falls, with the sacred knife now in both hands

She screams, with the sacred knife now thrust forward

Ἀστερία

The Oracle of the Peak’s name

Ἀστερία falls, and as she does

The sacred knife plunges into

Prebiotic organic synthesis ooze

Ἀστερία’s screeches fades…

THIS IS NOT

LAB

FLOAT POD

CONNECT

A touch of a thought
Breaks the seal of the trap
The shrieks, set free,
Coalesce
The particles bond
A form arises
Changes pitch and tone
A Goddess, intervenes
They have somewhen to be 



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SIDEREAL PRIMORDIAL SHIFT: Liquid Time, A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

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SIDEREAL PRIMORDIAL SHIFT

LIQUID TIME

An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length.” Virginia Woolf

JANICULUM

The Oracle of the Peak lay prone on the rocky outcrop. Her eyes feasted on the return of the Goddess, Alcyeyx. She noticed the division of the one, eyebrows raised but quickly pulled back, an involuntary shrug eased almost made her chuckle. To her, the contexts of the different body’s alignments, posturing, tones, placements, drew one correlation. This was an entity in complete and utter thrall to itself, no matter the form(s) it took.

Prophecy brought her to the ruins of Janiculum. This Oracle, the great-great granddaughter of she who fled The Ice Leveling, gathered the herbs she’d need, the homemade tools of her wooden pestle and bowl, and “borrowed” the sacred knife from the Temple of Alcyeyx. It was a trek that took its toll on her twenty-six ans. Hunger was continuously nibbling away at her resolve. Fasting before she left was not ideal. The Priestess had pleaded with her to stay. The Oracle would not heed any deterring words.

The quarreling below limped to an end as night began its saturation of the sky and land. She prayed herself to sleep, hearing sounds far different than the bellowing of the day. It was a lull as the Goddess lay calm in her mind. The Oracle slept through the remaking of Janiculum. Alcyeyx turned back the ruins piece by stone, tile by oiled skins, foundations secure, thick and sturdy Oak. The Gates of Prógramma Spoudón stood golden and tall. The dawn light showered the gates, which spread its diffused luster over the reborn city.

Janiculum was as it was, as it always should be. Z and V left the vaulted walls of the city hand in hand. Breathing in the air they did not need, they nestled down on to of the freshly misted grass. Their love making woke The Oracle, who had been paralyzed atop the mountain hand. Her mind had been screaming over and again to find true waking, but she was caught on the tines of fear.

The Oracle of the Peak needed the liquid tincture of ashwagandha. Her shaking subsided as her teeth stopped its grinding. She spat out diluted blood from the lacerations of the night terror. It took a short while for The Oracle’s breathing to relax and her head to stop twirling. Rising, Her eyes first went to the Goddess, but a strong reflected sun beam drew all of her attention. Dropping to her knees, scrapping flesh on the harsh rock surface, The Oracle was transfixed by the reality of Janiculum restored.

A roiling blast of primal anger fell. The Oracle almost tumbled off the outcrop. She wished she had. Yet, she knew it was not her fate in the balance. She screamed for the Goddess, she screamed for the city, she screamed as the Peak shed tears of rocks.

The prophecy. The Oracle held back, but

Khronos walked the land.

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WICK LAUGHTER (& an AtoZ Apology)

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Standing true
Waiting to be ignited
It comes
An action
The gift is seized
Levity flares
Glittering bright
Until it is blown out
And darkens the night

So, about that A to Z Blogging Challenge, 2021…

I am NOT throwing in the towel. I’m not giving up. Not gonna happen.

What is happening is that Happenings got in my way. Life. Sucks.

I will do my best to post S before midnight 4/23, then catch up over the weekend.

  • T is for Saturday, 4/24
  • U will be Sunday, 4/25
  • V is Monday, 4/26
  • W is Tuesday, 4/27
  • X is Wednesday, 4/28
  • Y is Thursday, 4/29
  • Z is Friday, 4/30
  • (There might be one last piece on May 1. We’ll see).
  • Final Reflection: 5/4 or 5/5

I hope you enjoy this little ditty. The idea started from a comment I made on Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils.

Give Shari a visit. You’ll be glad you did.

QUAIL, IN‽ : Liquid Time A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

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QUAIL, IN‽

LIQUID TIME

Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments.” ~ ~ Rose Kennedy

(ZV) withered

(Compositions + Substance) Bond

Broke

A rupture

Null unit { }

Z

V

Unjoined

The moment slipped out of their control





elsEwhen Z

anger anguish escalate/s/d to nth level extremes bringing a mind blankness overruled by the raging mixture of emotions Z had no awareness of the deaths the sundering caused in Z’s wake diseases transferred at rates unimaginable when all Z was brought to islands of quiet of peace of centering only to be jaunted into the swirls of destructive force to return to peace to seek out violence to destroy to quiet to all things detrimental all until Z challenged Khronos who slapped Z down rejected rejected snubbed erased until





elsEwhen V
V filtered through equations, all equations
Dispelling the soul freezing zemblanity
That washed over and through V
To return to equations, formulas,
Routine
While suffering this travesty of moments
That soothed, touched, cherished, ached
That itched, burned, chilled, ached
In a melody of high bliss
Counterbalanced by exquisite agony
An emotional/pragmatic overload
Where it all led to Khronos
Who had no sense of V
Draining V
until

JANICULUM CALLED TO THEM

PERIODS: Liquid Time A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021

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PERIODS

LIQUID TIME

“We should always allow some time to elapse, for time discloses the truth.” ~ ~ Seneca

elsEwhens upon elsEwhens

Where is a place/time/moment for the deep discussions for (ZV)

Who don’t need to discuss anything

Who know everything

There are no secrets

There can be no alteration of the past or future of the now

Paths taken, thought, thought into actions, one action where all are

Experienced, tasted, seen, felt, heard, thought

Concomitantly

All periods of anguish runs alongside the history they

Have shared/share

you knew what she was doing to me

no no 
I  I 


yes


(ZV) hurtles through all lives
minute degrees
from start to end 
periods
past
the ones that may/will occur
oblivion

(ZV) is volatile as one
hatred or loved
explosive or calm
connected or pushed away
it is rarely and
Or rules (ZV)
a gamut of conditions, places, beings

(ZV) an inner transition
they smash their own atoms

there is a fissure
a departure
Z sets forth
V stumbles away
they are separate for eons
that took a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a...

it did not last long
it lasted an eternity

No, I didn’t forget to write yesterday. I did write.

What you read above was not what I originally wrote.

That’s gone.

I needed some space.

There’ll be Q posting a little later today

Hopefully back on track

So close to the end.

Never give up

Never surrender