chronikon current communication whole system level before next level

2003-11-27 9:45 a.m. elendil 2 alphabets invented before noon she says the syntax is based on english but the symbols are elvish extending hand with page of text a personal codex designed for secret intimate encryptions below deck noting the construction designed to stay afloat in all manner of large waves (sinkable on rocks) cartography is implied lighthouse: a friend to mariners vortexed : incantations whispered in left ear shivers to the core hypnosis by slender fingers over skin (medium of direct transference) in a past life she is pictured surrounded by lovers touching to communicate i perhaps among beings in bubbles of pure mind apologizing if the membranes bump into one another impeding flow this turns out to be a far different story than expected: alchemist searching for the alembik discovers heart more powerful than the stone sword of the intellect battles the romantik sliced open and dissected examined for relevance must i leave this place? the haze panik feeling tears a happiness too simple to be complete can this be real? impossible positions implied by lack of space entangled limbs and laughter how long can one wait for serenity? for moments only haven from the insane demands of evolving rapidly advancing dynamiks by encompassing the one mind indeed let me sit here beside love and admire its purity before i return to my cynical domain of being eternally alone the metapoetiks of the mystical fall apart under enough scrutiny too many have abandoned reason here at the edge mazed satisfied to kiss wake up in the arms of the embodiment of forgetting but this transience is not a new lesson often enough it ends worse than tears a messy set of fragmentations and years even of delicate surgeries removal of malignancies stitching of wounds fuck love could it be so heartless? or maybe mindless? it begins with a reading from galadriel's lament I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith. elen tari elendil star queen lover of the elvin amarie o aman elf woman of the blessed realm presents a map with several shaps a box containing: alchemists flask- size of one dew drop piece of meteorite piece of celestine (deep blue, ice cold like eyes) piece of lode stone (magnetik. points to pole star.) rune codex laser wand quartz crystal mer form a living myth jumped out of the timeless 11 silver bracelets two engraved armbands jade spiral at the throat delicious tension in movements days pass thoughts from the outside world insistent arrows from other places inspirations from the akashik archives synchronous encounters with the meta (accumulating perspectives) awash in a notion there is no explanation for this: attempting to define details obscures the visions oracle elf leaps off the page and materializes nothing is expected: only love is offered poured from perfect container all the world takes on the hues sunrise from the docks a conglomeration of silence and colours before the waking typecast character redefines the role to fend off this magik is pointless for now for however long it remains