Science Fiction

Polo Apology Apes

When she turns, there is a gesture toward the forest, a gratitude essence with laser play. It is, it seems, a force to suspend all incoming signals of symmetry. 

She thinks. No, they can't see my intangibles until I play. I'm so sure they'll simply, for now, dissipate back into the trees in their true identity--the polo apology apes.

She grows a slow craving for configuration, spaces then no spaces then spaces then--a hunger for a gun? What's this? Hierarchical lines standing tall in darkness, some simply laying out, long-bathed in sunshine, preparing for battle? 

Doesn't motherhood simple know to flock to the next big thing without any need for a Darwinian reason to win? 

 

Yes. It's a rookie mistake to not know silent archetypes are the most deafening. 

Science Fiction

Scared onto Sacred Ground

All its circular forms of the space-time topology, all the skills and skulls find no permanent home in the forest, a world of edges and angles. 

Yes, the power of arches for replication and symmetry to signal a wider variety of form, enhance the need for stress reduction--another test for nature in the making. The going of negative is, truly, for the big boys and their [addiction society history entity systems="ashes"]. 

What is the sense of calm without sacred ground? 

It appears it can relax in the midst of theJungle. She allows for the complete interaction with all the stimuli theJungle has to offer, all its twisting and bundling with hopes of presenting a finer edge, a deeper angle.

Revered by early inhabitants, now long passed, as good food, good time, all the strangeness of feeling emerges as if revisiting a birthplace, a place for boundaries and allegiances with delinquent quirks, promises and secrets with names that amount to something in name only or …a place to form armies?