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Expansions.

        —  A Collection by Valley Heights.


︎        Generative ontopoetic collage attempts at translating the qualia of non-ordinary states of reality for self-expansion            

︎ 38 / let it centrifuge


"You have to follow it,"
she said, almost to herself.
"Flowing currents don’t wait.
They spin, they fold,
they carry you past
the things you thought you knew.
Even the windows know this—
wooden frames sailing,
moving regardless."

I stopped walking,
but she kept going,
gesturing faintly,
as if to draw the shapes
of the things she couldn’t say.
"Let it centrifuge," she murmured,
"spin into itself.
You can’t fight the flow."

And as she faded into the distance,
I stood still,
the thin wind curling around me,
wondering if I’d ever
catch up.

︎ 37 / defibrillator


in this quiet, a fluttering, something
like an impulse but softer, hazier
a sense of shape in the distance
just beyond where sight dissolves

we reach for it, carefully at first
not wanting to break the spell of almost
the air itself holding its breath; we find
ourselves indeterminate, taut

there is a strange eloquence to flailing
some fragile note held just out of tune
as limbs twist and grasp at nothing
a child feeling the weight of skin

︎ 36 / fragments


and the few shards of glass
that remain in my frame
still shimmer with your hues

my gaze causes
colours to blind







︎ 35 / You are not here


oceans are here
being pulled in close
by a swollen sky
to feel its weight
descend from the clouds
redrawing the familiar
in rippling and decidedly
unrecognisable vibrations

︎ 34 / stutter



I am now a hive of wings

that makes the senses
flicker and flicker until
finally the quickening
resonance accents
the brain with a tint

I am now a hive of wings