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The Edge Of Things

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We mistake our downward-spiral for that of the world, the radiance of forgotten suns, leaden doubt, to sink with the heavy weight of seven spheres, or cast wonder back upon the ledge where we rest on the edge of things, raised to the octave higher, to the outer-most exteriority and back again.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Tatiana Gulenkina

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Behold

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Behold…your lovely shell, unending, yet falling away, already it has begun, yet it outlasts the sun, the ripening and ruin of the flesh, the universes as far as every star, the wild musician, hear again, in silence in fury, followed by echo that is your own, torn apart but so complete, in solitude the mirrors disguise, yet languorously flows beside, fleeting birds that dive, into the waves made of nude twilight, as gold enfolds the shell, the corpus is complete.

-Josh Fleming

Remixed and Re-Imagined with words of my own from: Rainer Maria Rilke, Buddha In Glory and Stephane Mallarme, Little Air.

Image by: Tatiana Gulenkina

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Under The Canopy Of Zeus

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We are surrounded by arcs of light, spheres of confluence and influence, yet we fail to collectively notice the brilliance, the animate force within and without. The genius loci of the local expressions, the moss on stone holds the truth of your memories, mirrors for the moment. Cosmic radiations reflecting photosynthetic gradiations, the macro-scopia needs the micro-scopia as much as the micro-neisacs needs the macro-nesiacs. The world(s) needs your attention, your directed gaze, your passionate intensities. So lay down your qualms, your arms, your worries and doubts, cross reference the books with the trees, and the trees with the books. Invaluable is the imaginative—generative— creative—compassionate—reciprocal—investigative—logical processes of the universe becoming known. On the seventh day, when we rest our beliefs our conceptualizations of what we thought we knew with what is becoming known.

-Joshua Fleming

Image by: Unknown, Nikola Tesla is quietly reading under the canopy of Zeus, storms of activity, thoughts electric becoming known.