Reminiscent of a time

Every new perspective gained is the Artisan adding a new facet to the gem.

But what is the source of Light?

The Source of Light is you.

Every new perspective is another medal pinned, another skull and spine mounted by the deer and porcupine. Every concubine an experience with the divine as we dine on every prime piece of meat reminiscent of a time...reminiscent of a time. we puff the stuff and tip 'em back, reminiscent of a time...reminiscent of a time.

Reminiscent of a time we remember the shine in the silver nitrate, once vibrant inside now poly acrylic doll-eyed. Existential Genocide. we all wear masks.

We all walk several paths and its sad the way we act...like an atrophied stack of cash waiting to get back on track. circumvent the cirrculation, this nation of ants following in a trance at the edge of evanescence through the fine mist of the next ones gas. reminiscent of a time...reminiscent of a time with your mnemonic gin and tonic you remember you were supposed to forget. i'm astonished. Reminiscent of a time...reminiscent of a time when the mirror smiled back with the wrinkles.

Listen to the Catharsis...see the weeping willow where my heart sits, my path, my journey, this is how i start this. oblivious to reminiscence i dwarf the distance of my ultimate comeuppance. thats karma in a nutshell, please ignore the smell, i was burning incense. Oriental alchemy channeling the vibrations of the shrine told me it okay to be...reminiscent of a time. reminiscent of a time when i used my eye, to be precise...linked to my mind to dissect an image down to its pixels and primes then reshape as i like, any choice of design.

I drew a stick figure...riding a bike, i think i was five. Ahhh, Reminiscent of a Time.