So I am going to continue to make myself write a piece and pair it with images. I have been thinking a lot lately about the temporal nature of existence against the reality that change is constant but our energy is infinite, I believe at least.
A rhythmic writhing inside of the bellies of time,
The hunger growling's of a soul devoid of the acknowledgment of it's need to explore,
Gaining momentum as clarity becomes the gateway for an onslaught of beauty,
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the worm collects itself at intervals inside of my soul and the center of my chest,
The preparation for the compulsion become drive become open hearted connection,
The table of bounty strewn forth in shifting moments,
But still the pulsing energy of the worm,
Still the omnipresent power of creation finds its avenue from freneticism to calm fusion,
A see through shear cloth, pierced nipples and a smile of exhibitionist glee,
open to the fireworks of inspiration,
Smiles of clock blocking stop time and let the worm weave itself into itself,
I rip my stomach out and embrace the worm as my mind rises from my skull and fuses with the starry night sky,
Rising off the tarmac to greet the next challenge and find the next thread of raw power.