Gematria

Only tomorrow breached, as fortitude can know. No one truly understands until they are in it. No one really gets it. The worst they say is losing a child. I cannot speak in that conversation. I cannot speak. My mouth will open but the chords will not vibrate. There is nothing now. Only ain before the conscious shift into another universe. Contracted before expanded into extraterrestrial unwinding helix. We will get through, but don't understand why you would deign to be here, really. Your consciousness has proven itself. There is too much carnage and drool at the end of the day.

This is not about love. It is about being human. We have interlaced with each other already. Simple particle affinity. My feelings for you can be explained by a formula. Names and faces in each breath. We are devoted to the truth. We feel it, we do not just speak it. I am not noble or good. There is no time to repent for my sins anymore. I have spoken too long and too loudly now, and I am old. You have listened too much to tragedies, and there is no longer time.

It will add up in the end. They have taken our number down. And if we stay here it will come back threefold. I can list to you his side-glance, his lisp and lilt, this burst before the rains. Gematria. The science that makes Love scientific again; the esoteric mutterings in Her face.
Your life has value. To god you are a dollar sign.
You are on paper.
You are evil. Tzimtzum. Because there is a pinhole of nothingness within your microcosm.

There will be struggle and tears, and no one will unravel this. The rabbis and demiurges are farther behind than the fools. The drug addicts see it in pure but short bursts.

Even this word is distorted.

There is no God but God and Her name comes from infinite groupings and couplings.

There is no tomorrow but Tommorrow

There is no number but Love

There is no death but life

My god is no God but God no god but

chapter's end

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season's beginning.