For a while, I've been visiting just about every emotional situation that I am aware of,
and acting, even from those buried in loss and sorrow;
the sane side of the exaggerations behind which I bow,
outpouring the unprocessed mind,
deep within dense, ancient cortex
Intermittently visible, cloaked in evanescent white....
invisible to those seeking light from the incomprehensible void of darkness....
always beyond mortal thinking,
that which these same have worshiped;
that which not yet manifests to our consciousness;
that which parades as the highest art and philosophy;
that which has yet to assuage the lives through which we search,
records uncoiling from the infinite expanses between faint electrical charges.........






    Abstract Love by Veristes