| The Gate of Horn The Art of Unconsciousness |
| The moon has cast darkness to this niche
and how I love seeing you with your eyes closed. I love thinking of you in some secular world of unity and how far gone your ideas were (in the American mind), but more grounded upon dismissal. What was just a conversation exploded into a mutually assuaging debate and the vernacular crossfire left me dumbfounded, your intellect transcending the bar, and I do love fitting this square into a round hole (despite ensuing chaos). When the smoke finally clears, I am certain I will see myself as you have been seen, dissuaded by conformity, though in the satin folds of this private discussion it is difficult to imagine myself anywhere else. I hope you will always live in the art of unconsciousness. |