A Passing Glance, Unfortunately

Dismissive eyesight registered and for that which is other. Conceptually poisonous if malnutrition personally or misunderstood, eventually incomprehensible. To the unfolded, nascent consciousness ripened . . . gorgeously enflamed with each metaphysical spectrum. Ritualistically adorned, feathers tendon a colorful transience so immaterially organic, so breathtaking in perpetual expansiveness. Life becomes a sprawling inspiration, and the unabbreviated aperture is merely fruitful conception, yet achieved, and only by the keenest will.

Ontological primarily aforementioned towards that which is other. Adaptations accommodating, miraculously, gestating self as only obstruction or obfuscation, creating the cause that is aperture-self -- effecting always, incessantly, that which is other. And the human flutters unconsciously; and the other swirls violently, mothering the entirety of perceptible experience. Transcendently austere malformation informing, an upright remembrance of disintegrated genuflection.

I saw today . . .
A girl, and it was nothing.
And it was simple.

My senses jolted, tongue rolling to materialize my thoughts: that you are life incarnate, diaphanously rapt in a sensual mechanism of intangible unknowns, giving perception to all existence, and for this I must always love you.