i don't want to be a part of your world, 

because i realize, 

you can't exist in mine.

our worlds will just both collide,

and cause chaffing at the seams.

i've been slowly seeing the light,

of what i've always been accustomed to do...

 fb page: black on black

my retinas are anxious 

to devour you, passionately.

1996..
still way ahead of its game.

everything beautiful never begins at the surface.

i feel i have something attaching to the wake and quake of oncoming, foreboding  pressure building at it's expectancy. do you ever wonder if the bud of a flower at the conception of it's bloom is not in pain before the actual point of it's unfurl?...

there is something beautiful about blossoming in silent seclusion. away from the peaks and valleys  and arrow-like, intentions of others. away from their test tube experiments, before there is any time for true maturation. a silent peak into conception, is like a stolen glimpse into galaxies within a person being formed.

i'm feeling the p[leausrable] uninhinbited, unconfined point of it's unfurl...

and no one can wake me from this sleep, and dislodge me from this intensive saturation

currently digesting at it's most elemental components.

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"I was in the spirit; and, behold, a Throne was set in heaven, and One sat on the Throne ... And before the Throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal" (Revelation 4:2,6)


"And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire: and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his mark, and over the number of his name stood on the sea of glass" (Revelation 15:2)


"And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, Having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal" (Revelation 21:10-11)


"And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations." (Revelation 21:1-2)


"And the twelve gates were twelve pearls: every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass. And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it(Revelation 21~:21-22)

"for if there was no lack, there would be no maddening reason to search".

and in searching, i am  purified.

i've been continually feeling pacified and hypnotized by the color prussian blue.
it's helping me to get through the day.
it's helping me form such nebulous thoughts..
 it can be both a dangerous and a good tool.
 i almost swerved off the road three times.


more than ever, I've been struggling with the shape-shiftings of Light. i've been yearning to let it catalyze, blossom, and churn it's movements within me. i want to engulf it and burn up my atmosphere as it's expelled out.




 "longing to incubate in the folds of changing Light"

© Dalton Flint
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have you ever thought to embody a  moment suspended in time?

 to let it live out it's full course. till it invades your perception, infusing your personality, placating your mind.
 once unknowingly separated- it revisits itself in a dream
infiltrating your destiny.

i cant help but feel the interruption of the brief memory,

the nostalgic sensation of the residue from what your gentle touch has left behind.

its very memory catalyzing my every reality.

it's transporting.

back into an implacable moment in time,

where our minds pleaded for the rotating axis of the earth to hold its ground.

and, in doing so

we could have sworn the sighs and synchronized breathing between the two of us,

melted and emulsified the atmosphere.

and in this moment, the brief memory of eachother,
left a permanent imprint on our

tangible recollections.

oh crack open every shell, expose me blindly to the Light, and lick off every remain of the past that makes me stand so still.

i may or may not have gone mad.

may or may not, may or may not.

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i stayed inside to deviate from the sweltering heat, wore prussian blue on my nails to make me think of menthol cool winters. and.. anticipated the night. behold my first few days of summer...occupied in the the moments i love

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