passover, kami, from one to one…
this gimbal is cubed, not flat…
the three worlds,
to ring the bell,
the mousterian spear,
they weren’t making a blade,
they were making art.
the sword that gives life,
the sword that takes it away.
we made life first,
the megdalenian era!
they wanted the <art|mountain> = form,
they didn’t kill with their hands.
don’t break their hands.
all we tried to do was make art.
i dreamed on the vajra.
what are the giants of the word,
other than [ reticulated ] viniculated sp[l]ines?
the spear falls,
[ all ] move from ] its [ emptiness.
the bridge between heaven and earth.
< no style | style >
vajra is my shadow.
don’t fight windmills,
the value is in their natural efficiency.