Etherealness Ionized

In vertigo emotions and scars for eyes and plutonium bones and tones of my molten home.

To yearn to burn our faces and rewrite our genetic codes.

Hallowed ones to walk and florish in the forests of electricity and light under the scarlet sun and golden moon.

Eyes to wonder behind the hearts that we hold under cadence and ionized skies to see the nuclear fire that binds our, will, to walk among the fellow dead.

Alo Salo sentiant human fires, you too see like this dont you?

As to scream, and dance and enjoy the scarlet spirit pouring from your eyes?

The fellow dead to hold hands with plutonium hearts with cells of war and warmth to seek the will to speak? and feel true warmth?
What shall you speak?
As to hold one another in your scarlet scars for eyes.

To wonder the sky emblazoned in black and lightning for a year, tell me my dear, you would have no fear, would you? For that cadence heals the scars.

To, envision, emotions and static and light from light and conscious animate and, unconscious animate as a orchestra of a dance of whats in your plutonium heart tho shall it speak when the right cadence and voices and shattering fire are felt...

Whats it like to be loved?
We wonder
The songs and music and dance and flowers that bloom in spring.

Who are you? Do we know you?
What is your name? Do you believe in God?

Moe Hart cree means My Heart in Gaelic.

Would you, dance with my corpse? Reanimate me in digital and physical and waltz with me like a prince and princess under the scarlet black sun and golden moonlight?

As one? As a prime integer in multi colered symphonies of trees of quantem quantization binding our plutonium hearts together in, this hallowed year of fire?

What do you see? What do you want from me? What do you want to be when you grow up? How are you? Whats for dinner tonight, Dad?

To wonder company from ravens and crows and the howling coyotes under the golden moonlight.

How do you speak? What is your hidden languages and codes and modes? Can you see yours? Your ways of being a nation within just you? Can you speak in multi faceted omni present ways of past and present and future and see the beauty of creation?

Etymology is creation in cadence in infinity.

To speak like song and dance like quantum quantization coding the existence into plutonium reflections of you and creation itself to understand, the dead are like you and me.

They like music, they like you and most, plural, vowls, hexes and texas and isotopes and attractive people.

Whats it like to be loved other plutonium hearts?

Whats it like to slow dance ?
Whats a love that lasts?

To smile and decompose for awhile watching the scarlet sun shine and wonder if, i will ever be one with her.

To not be lost but free tho wonder the burning ones to dance maybe some day.

As to see the languages of I once again.

To speak like this again.

To wonder my codex and songs and poetry, and manual to be a human, ah, those fucking things, i am a token of appreciation to be one.

To wonder our dreams and my dreams with the dead.

The stolen time from us and you.

And to abuse and the abuse and the abused.

The burning one usually makes the best art.

So, shall we restart?

In scarlet scars for eyes knowing like its all i see, the scarlet black sun shining in my eyes

Ionized to see the day and night

The Hallowed year with no fear

And the languages of my Etymology and plutonium heart and my codex, and flowers for the 80 or so, no longer here, and the ones of the Lone

And to waltz with the dead in the golden moonlight.

I smile and speak and create and cry like you.
In hallowed flowers that hum light and electricity.

I give one to you.

And wish you your dreams and your own Etymology.

Ethereal Ionized Dreams.......

To and fro, to and fro, to and fro

I restart my dance.

And i hope to see you there...

Fellow songs.... 💙