Watch. Listen.

Notice now the single achingly beautiful endless scream pouring forth from the sacred wound in spacetime.

The ever striving to transmute the shadow into the quintessence filling the void. To return us to eternal quiescence.

Ceaseless tearing and mending to create ever more complex reflective aspects of that which I am.

Here I am at the edge of chaos, stuck in the middle with you.

All my love, beloved.