My land of ancient Turks -

a state of being alone

Tulpar takes me where

I'm understood and free

to be, in dance and breath

Traveling through passages

of sensations. Just me

Answers are coming

from back right

and my favorite

silver puddles from the

corner of my eye

Are you listening

Tun state and all 

but seriously

let's play

I worked, created handfuls 

of parallel worlds

Infuse them with each other?

He asks, pick one, the one with him

And suddenly I'm in a fight

with me

Even my toughest

changes

come through 

the most beautiful

people

My life is art

My experiments 

turning out better

then I made them

I now exit

I smelled my perfect relationship this morning, making tea, as if I had already had it. It came from the future as the past. Something that has yet to happen but had already ended.

Sufi ring on the counter

moments of emotion

only because the flow 

is fragmented

So what lies beyond

...

The soundtrack has me

and I'm far too gone

Inviting aggression

back into myself

completing the toolbox

of creation of life

When all the demons

are dead

What will you

name things

Even if I never

crack all the secrets 

I'm still just happy

experiencing them

Дальноногость

Just tell me that

insurmountable circumstances

take away from my

responsibilities

Don't make me beg

What you fight

is what you get

Inner state -

slowest for change

Instead redecorate 

the scenery

Learn to aim 

your energy

We've been planets in space

on different orbits

depending on others

fighting for peace

But that world is gone

listen

Competition, hard work 

obligations, right-wrong 

that's where they end

Sweep the horizon

it's true 

Saddle up

put things together

that couldn't before

Dance me 

we're in a different

relationship onward

This isn't high lore

Maybe I was Crown Victoria

in my past life 

Dreaming now 

Revve it up, boy

75 Mississippis

and life is already

different

Don't fight addictions

go find your way

instead

Cosmic reset through

vacuum decay

Would you? 

Or fill yourself with

you - a marvellous creation

I'm down either way

As my systema nervosum

needs a new home

I'm pulling resources

from all over

This will be grand

I granded a plan

to change the life 

around me

Came back and saw

I changed myself

You're now free

What if you picked 

the Kiss of Judas

and I - the Stolen Kiss

Or we stand

before Brâncuși

Let him judge

Liquid support

of changes coming

fast 

I'm comforted in it

The sweet feeling of longing

that feels like my favourite home

I'm willing to let you go

today

Beauty - a form 

of light

Everyone has their own

Eternities: multiple

neverending

Yet differentiated by power

Intensity of being

Keyboard is always

on Russian these days

and so much gentler is

my daily curious dance 

Is this love

I get to change

this home 

any time I desire

this body as I see fit

and mind as I flow

There's no sentences

but needed impulses