Secret Dust Signals

This is a special nexus of idea sharing. A place where you and I can give inspiration to one another. Where we send secret dust signals across each others minds.

When we forget that we are organic and growing, a place to look back at our torn skin.

To set out to define all beauty which haunts.

And collect all our memories, and tell of our dreams.

A place to understand that, whatever it may be, there is something.

A New Construction

Going through all our collaborative exercises (the ones I have access to), I've made a collection of those lines of yours which I found most beautiful. Here they are, recombined into their own world.

A New Construction

a watch which

needn’t run even an instant longer

petals dripping their syrups

into spaces without

ridiculous

patterns in the fathomless sky

it pours

petal-shaped softness into a

symmetry of nectar

some new flesh

a kind of whelming

dissolving into delectable

consumption inside lost pieces, places

maps won’t tell you about

then there were only thoughts

barely formed, persisting palpitations

evidencing

antiseptic fluid, hoping to transcend

the tongue

in order to abolish the undoing of words

unrecognizable animal reflection

out of his lips and

shone onto every creature and every flora capable of

prism pollination

of a lemon tree on fire

with soft explosions of seeds outgrowing the

rind

imprisoned in the

dark sky, moons apart and on opposite ends

of the sun

maps fall apart in your hands

trust the pieces to take those fragments of

you who argue

frequencies on a private wave-

length that exists only in vapourized breaths

volcanic hands and

is ever begun but is always in progress,

and it never ends either

and until the next

space in the wall opens up

it can be

a new construction built

on incubated cracks