m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Ensoulment

Ensoulment

a coronal hole opens from the crown of thorns,

like the giant single neuron that covers our brain

our planet in isolated geomatic storming storms

negative polarity but soon influences begin to wane.

 

poleward of sixty degrees, fluctuating the power grid,

a whirlwind sweeps to the study to harvest of earth.

there he sat reading Shakespeare and Middleton, i bid

him pardon walking in naked covered in ash. giving birth

 

somewhere between destruction and regeneration, hell bent

on re-calibrating time’s power cast upon every ensoulment,

ours such a higher frequency! sure to embrace my shadow,

levels are mostly anticipated to be unsettled although

 

with a chance of isolated activity on branching nebulosity.

overcoming darkness and ignorance, rush! a veil of electricity

flows through co-rotating interaction elevated like a solar wind.

phi angle negative sinking cosmic rays in the atmosphere

 

weakening. lightning perturbation around the sun spark cardiac

arrhythmia, trigger sudden death at maximum feedback!

 

Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.





 

It Is A Very Knotty World

It Is A Very Knotty World

Cedar Waxwing

Cedar Waxwing