scyphomancy with a touch of therianthropy
the cup reflected by the Pisces moon was the rim where I sip the moon’s abundant helium, I followed my paws
poetry
Voice scroll of the arctechnician
my cursive thought wrapped around some thing joined together possession loss
Buddhist Retreat
welcome to the real Buddhist retreat
how wrathful it is, equaled to fire changing, freedom without any thing, a driver cutting me off
Cryptic God, la science des mystères
written and painted by ©Mitchell Pluto August 21, 2021 A symbol is a corpse with autoscopy. A phantom over lay. A double accompanied with hallucinatory meaning. Vowels steer consonants on a quest to remember what was said. What part of something, what place of something. The face of the hero and fool is a map. …