—  A Collection by Valley Heights.

︎        Ontopoetic collage attempts at translating the qualia of non-ordinary states of reality using digital tools to expand and extend the Self           

︎ 31 / a season

a season of cheap nectar
for the thick-tongued and muddy mouths;

who taste the sourness before the sweetness,
who know what is to be crushed with delight.

︎ 30 / entropy

Entropy saw nothing come
before anything
and wondered why she was here
with everything

Entropy decided she did not want

︎ 29 /Light took a breath

"You have been so good.
You have been so brave,
so strong" she says, gently,
as she does every morning.

As if this is a new thing she can see.
As if it is a new project.
As if the baby has not already been
sitting there for hundreds of mornings
watching their life pass by.

She smiles,
she feeds,
she changes,
she says,
"You have been so good".

The baby knows this
before the words are said,
already drowsy with being old enough,
already drowsy with being fed,
already drowsy with being clean.

A baby, you were told.

While you were growing
you saw things others could not.
You saw the way light spotted
across your named hourglass.
You saw the way all matter
moved within and above you.

Light took a breath and became aware.

︎ 28 / I tell myself

I tell myself that pain
and the pleasure of relief
are not one,
for I am learning that what I crave
is often wrapped up in what hurts.

︎ 27 / ecotone

There is a bending of pathways
in the taste of thought
A confluence of held breath
and words unsaid
The truths half-spoken
with the increase of entropy

Skin is the garden
of nerve and feeling
Bodies were maps
of territories in our heads
This is a place where all rivers meet
Hands, eyes and lips

Since then I made
(of skin, bone)
landscapes of your epoch;
Unrolled memories
in meshes of muscles, writhing
in thoughts I had never known