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2 UNPUBLISHED WORKS — @undefined's mag on Magma

<h2>Matériel Perdu</h2>
<h2>BEAUTY AFTER CONCEPTS</h2>
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His head felt as if 
(summoned by the same gods from whom we construe images of anger and aggression) 
it were held in place from above.


And that, (having lost all recollection of his body) if it stayed suspended like this any longer, he would begin 

to dry heave what was left of his imaginationp, and its corresponding organ.

My lady's tomb is living amongst us.
It stirs, with the consistency of a mirage from under our we tongues.
As she begins to speak: the sun and its radiance merge effervescently.
and
In the darkened house of architects who believe in progress
In the darkened heart of artists who believe in reason
my lady is never to be found.

When the dead return home to drowse.
They return to where the body, the earth, and their simultaneous decomposition, are all pigments on a circular canvas:
And the spirit maintains its flux and its effects.
A contradiction between a crown and its construction.
A vapor full of alchemy.
A gust of wind that drifts across a drying puddle, at irregular intervals.

And
(with an always unexpected outcome)
the wind
under the solitary sun 
the wind
Attests to the spirits ongoing search for poetic freedom.
For Figures. or
Faces.

They appear during the disocciation of my lady from her tomb.
For, my lady is never really mine, and will never live among us.
But her tomb, her logical casket,
serves as an opaque reminder, that my lady is also yours.
My lady is nature.

The early works of AXION (public draft for first few pages) of a complete book publishing soon — @undefined's mag on Magma

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Poetry about childhood and relationship trauma — @undefined's mag on Magma

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<h1>-Without my mask-</h1>

Some days when I wake up, I get this horrible feeling far worse than ever imaginable, it’s like suicide and betrayal all at once. The agony is unmeasured, It makes me want to drive a corroded blade of silt through my heart and watch the blood pour out onto the floor. Because that would be better than what I felt right then. 
And then it passes, but not the memory, it stays with me, day in and day out, and I’m forced to cover up, and put on my smile, play the game, so I do, I put on my mask, and never tell anyone my agony, because I know that if I did, everything would crumble beneath me.

@7dontforget11's mag on Magma

Culture

Entertainment

Los Angeles

<h1>Falling Away From You</h1>
<h2>As the scene escaped the hands of time, I stood frozen in awe as the ground beneath me shook violently. Never mind the sense of dread I felt in the moment, I was awake in a dream and caught between the seams of reality, tearing at the fabric that is my sanity. What is this? As my breath escapes me I think to my self, “am I going crazy” this can’t be real it’s hazy but the resemblance is, wait, the world around me is amazing. </h2>
<h2>My experience with lucid dreaming has led me down some interesting experiences. This world we experience collectively sits atop of another, one that’s neither ordered or chaos, just flowing. This flow inevitably recycles its way to our surface reality where we experience it objectively through our senses, little do we know what lies beneath. </h2>

@straitwarpeddreams's mag on Magma

Astronomy

<h1>New beginnings,</h1>
In the coming Age of Aquarius,
Waves of energy pour in,
Linking with every aura of sentient beings
Around this world. 
Change in frequency is upon us,
Tuning us to expand consciousness.
Our time in quarantine allowed for further
 introspection and meditation.
The key is to be open to these energies, 
seeking the love in every moment. 
For energy is light, and light is love in 
physical form, though not always visible.
Take the time to do nothing, but just be,
To feel the internal aliveness within, 
Allowing you connect directly with the field

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