[Reality is vacuous. No interpretation is authoritative. The older we grow, the less we know. Authority seems to trap me in cycles of disorientation. Even — sometimes especially — internal authority! Where does that leave us? Trust, perhaps. What does it look like to surrender to non-authority? To a non-authority? Why on earth would we! It may yet be worth a try. Throwing ourselves into what we cannot know for sure. A very funny game. Very easy to become desperate in our playing of it. But, why should you believe me? I do not ask for your belief. I offer you, instead, my words~ ] Received 8/5/2025 | 8:40pm (began receiving while driving home) - 9:01pm (conclusion of at-home transcription)
Companion Missive #5 - VISION: FIVE 'BIRDS' (3/25/2023)
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VIPER
Daring daunt, serendipitous
I wake in a bewilderment
This is not the world I knew
Perhaps it never was
A trembling takes over me
The aperture opens
What is the eye that looks
And what that looks through
Me, a pale lingerer at the vicinity
Staring down a dawndiver
Derelict in my dues
A vague thrill escapes
Dragging joy into dark
The morning mist fawns
Over dried grass, clover patches
Stringing beans, counting magic
Moments seize a scintillation
Of a fox's fair prance
Full billow flit
Upon a fiery haze
Glowing faint clicking sound
Tracking dilapidation as a sign
Align the look to one's aesthetic
Firmly coherent, inherent
To a light frame beheld
This dizzying presence
Much beloved
Will be the death of me
Thank God
