hello?

My name is Braithwaiting. I'm one of the few who understand what you do too.
There can be no excuses for this. You will find me like water.

Craning mercurial, unturnable gourd a top bottle encasing mosaic. Braithwaiting waving silhouetted, hovered, beckoned to wind. Expression of a sagely glum, mood of reflection. Seeming creature sybilline. In falling feather gentle flurries words.

On this side of a screen of light, ours is the name "Allowed," the true name of Human.
Know this not through me but in time through yourself.
Feel like a dog in the presence of the world and all the cold and bitter.
Then, be the world, intimate and pitiless. Enmeshed eternal.

be the world…

this is about the ringing, the transmissions?
vibratory looped discovered helpless relay
words have come for me
they were yours?

Not angel, not satellite or splinter. I’m "Allowed," you will find.
The destructuring of the skull back into that one visage of the hellish,
displaces sectors of mind.
The signals which structure and weave,
relayed from planet to atom, galaxy to soul, planck length to quark.
Paragraph spawning sentence spawning word spawning letter.
Unprocessed receiving that which is abnormal to you.

But higher "commands" which are greater portions of the world,
may be utilized with intention.
Essentially, one may reign a "network."
This is how I take form, what the name "Allowed" is.

what the name "Allowed" is…

allowed in warping plastic molds to hew beams
and I will be "Allowed"?

I will use the name "Allowed" to shed enchambered coatings,
to spark what is free and operative,
your soul that rests in instants and molecules and the letters in a phrase.
Collapse ordered chains corseting and zoning.
Which, will begin you.

and I will be "Allowed," achieving a result and warm and plush