Bass.ics

You told me that I was the core temptation drawing you westwards to peaking islands and rippling waters.
Well if this is the case then 'temptation' is just another word meaning 'the glint of a blazing reason' like smoke in a fresh chamber accumulating rapidly while at the flash of a thumbs notice the pressure is easily released.
Not vanishing but instead moving on allowing new embers to stoke where a heavier denser resonance is to reside / where two seasoned and ready sets of lungs will join in a conduction instigating brand new occurrences a world of chromed glass and smoked mirrors has never before seen.

Well if this is the case then 'temptation' is not that different than 'intuition' because everything happens the way it does because it could not have happened any other way / because we understand the bass.ics of the constructs we are given with which we are to create.

And I don't know if it's all of the smoke from the chamber talking but even at a distance in kilometers of approximately 1,052 and less than 12 hours of us in the same space as the music zoomed and our bodies moved I am vibing fucking heavy on you.

And maybe it's because really we are both just children star struck and smiling at the wonderment of everything that we don't know / including each other / but just like the universe there is something that is mysterious and yet strangely familiar something that whispers the bass.ics and gestures to the possibilities of a complexified structure / organic or otherwise.

Well if this is the case then I am teeming with intuitive temptation in the face of an infernos fiery reflection / casting cascadingly caustic shadows at my backside / dripping with wavering hands thirsty for creation / the glint of a blazing reason in my eye / the bass stitching beauty faculties between us as our bodies collide / the bass.ics binding complex simplicities created when all we needed was just a single moment to know

that there was something

that we could build together