From Savage Spear of the Unicorn True love is real. I know you felt it too. Real but not tenable. Talking to Angela on the phone. Hearing her laugh. First time in four years. This is not literally what it felt like but the only metaphor that contains it: clusters of trillions of galaxies suddenly uncurling in my heart across infinite black space. Like the sun. Like a fern fiddlehead spiraling out in Golden Ratio all at once, perfect fractal leaves each a picture of the language expressed in every atom and every being, some message, some whisper from God. Angels with a thousand wings a thousand eyes blowing trumpets like Tibetan bells, just hearing her voice. And she’s in Portugal and suddenly I’ll have to care about her fucking some waiter.
True Love is Real
True Love is Real
True Love is Real
From Savage Spear of the Unicorn True love is real. I know you felt it too. Real but not tenable. Talking to Angela on the phone. Hearing her laugh. First time in four years. This is not literally what it felt like but the only metaphor that contains it: clusters of trillions of galaxies suddenly uncurling in my heart across infinite black space. Like the sun. Like a fern fiddlehead spiraling out in Golden Ratio all at once, perfect fractal leaves each a picture of the language expressed in every atom and every being, some message, some whisper from God. Angels with a thousand wings a thousand eyes blowing trumpets like Tibetan bells, just hearing her voice. And she’s in Portugal and suddenly I’ll have to care about her fucking some waiter.