I read this the way one reads a coded weather report from inside the storm itself. Not a description of damage, exactly, but the language damage invents in order to keep speaking.
Your syntax feels deliberately fractured, almost tectonic. Words pressing against punctuation the way plates press against fault lines. The dots, the slashes, the parentheses. They behave like small hinges or valves, controlling pressure. Meaning doesn’t arrive in sentences here. It seeps, condenses, then flashes like heat lightning across the page.
I was especially struck by the physicality of it all. The body appears not as a stable form but as terrain under stress. Hipbone, sternum, knuckles, mouth. Anatomy becomes landscape and instrument at the same time. “your.sternum.sweats(red);” carries a strange ceremonial quality, almost like a signal flare worn as jewellery. A body making statements it may not fully understand.
And there is that constant sense of systems failing or looping. Ventilation. Electrical sensing. Mirrors angled just enough to see beyond something that should be empty. It reads like two people moving inside a structure that is trying to remember how to function while everything inside it is overheating.
This is the most flattering seismic report I’ve ever received. I love the idea that the punctuation is doing structural engineering while the words panic quietly inside. I’ll make sure to keep the ventilation system barely functional. Thank you, I really appreciate it.
Your reply made me laugh in the best way. The image of punctuation quietly holding the beams together while the words panic inside feels exactly like the architecture of the poem.
And a “barely functional” ventilation system seems ideal. Too much airflow and the atmosphere would escape. What you’ve built instead is a chamber where heat lingers and language crackles a little.
Unstable ventilation, calibrated pressure, and a forecast that refuses to behave like a forecast at all. That sounds less like an error and more like the correct climate for a poem to keep breathing.
Wow, I’ve never read anything like this before. This just came across my page…and I’m fascinated but honestly a little lost 😅 Would love to hear what you were thinking when you wrote it. 🫶🏽
Dear Soulhunting, of all the things I've read from you, what stays with me is how keenly you watch - an excellent detective, always tracking the clues. Thank you.
I love reading things that make me sonder. I love reading things that make me wonder if there was a particular locus of inspiration or if it was written from purely abstract musings. This is my favorite type of thing to read, thank you for writing it.
// @MoTy
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pain.palpable;
landscape(emotion).detected;
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analysis.recorded:
structure.strong;
ache. persistent;
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system.response → beautiful;
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recognition.confirmed.
acknowledged;
accuracy.translated;
structure.kept;
recognition.returned;
gratitude;
cityfolk shun the desert / desert is sin // but desert is redemption / desert is thick skin / is clear and open. &&
you flow… ventilation.loops / intrinsic.electrical_system / sensing(déjà_vu);
Too hot for cityfolk sunburnt skin.
“i'll hold onto this minute to boldly be human (…) with guidance revealing what's within us...” p.n.b.
your posts still provoke thought after multiple visits, your work is special
Thank you Gan. At this point, I think we should get a glass or two.
Yes, i agree. Ill let you know if i am near your neighborhood some day
connection.established: on_fire;
extinguisher_unavailable.today;
I read this the way one reads a coded weather report from inside the storm itself. Not a description of damage, exactly, but the language damage invents in order to keep speaking.
Your syntax feels deliberately fractured, almost tectonic. Words pressing against punctuation the way plates press against fault lines. The dots, the slashes, the parentheses. They behave like small hinges or valves, controlling pressure. Meaning doesn’t arrive in sentences here. It seeps, condenses, then flashes like heat lightning across the page.
I was especially struck by the physicality of it all. The body appears not as a stable form but as terrain under stress. Hipbone, sternum, knuckles, mouth. Anatomy becomes landscape and instrument at the same time. “your.sternum.sweats(red);” carries a strange ceremonial quality, almost like a signal flare worn as jewellery. A body making statements it may not fully understand.
And there is that constant sense of systems failing or looping. Ventilation. Electrical sensing. Mirrors angled just enough to see beyond something that should be empty. It reads like two people moving inside a structure that is trying to remember how to function while everything inside it is overheating.
This is the most flattering seismic report I’ve ever received. I love the idea that the punctuation is doing structural engineering while the words panic quietly inside. I’ll make sure to keep the ventilation system barely functional. Thank you, I really appreciate it.
You’re so welcome, keep up the amazing work!
Thank you, truly!
Your reply made me laugh in the best way. The image of punctuation quietly holding the beams together while the words panic inside feels exactly like the architecture of the poem.
And a “barely functional” ventilation system seems ideal. Too much airflow and the atmosphere would escape. What you’ve built instead is a chamber where heat lingers and language crackles a little.
Whatever strange machinery you’re running there, it’s producing excellent weather. ❤️🔥
I’ll keep the ventilation unstable and the pressure just right. Thank you for the field report. The forecast seems corrupted too.
Then the system is working perfectly.
Unstable ventilation, calibrated pressure, and a forecast that refuses to behave like a forecast at all. That sounds less like an error and more like the correct climate for a poem to keep breathing.
I’m glad the instruments are still humming
Wow, I’ve never read anything like this before. This just came across my page…and I’m fascinated but honestly a little lost 😅 Would love to hear what you were thinking when you wrote it. 🫶🏽
Thank you so much, Tianna. I wish I could explain - but my mind is a dangerous territory, and I just follow its trail. Glad you enjoyed it.
I look forward to seeing more from you 💜
Just wow. I so love this. I felt the third degree here…just wow. ❤️🔥
Ouch - that's a serious burn. Here, take the antiseptic; I'll grab you a frozen margarita.
🫶🏽❤️🔥🖤🫶🏽❤️🔥🖤
Fire
Scorchio!
Excellent, as a always 🙂
Schorcio is no match for a seasoned summer regular. Glad you liked it M.🙂
Gary was there
Impossible. Only yesterday he got picked up for handing out water - illegally, apparently.
Just like out of hand s
PreciSely
your.sternum.sweats(red);
statement.necklace;
glow—
pure;
artificial;
Words spoke potently from dark space the void. In truth wisdom beyond time & space ♟️♟️♟️🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛
Precisely there - beyond time & space 🖤
🖤🖤🖤♟️♟️♟️
Fabulous. I love the imagery. It is stunning.
On a side note...for not reason whatsoever...this describes me perfectly...
😂
survival: leathering;
unrepentantly;
Who knew you'd find your description here (for no reason😂). Thank you, Upsilon. Appreciate you.
This is truly brilliant Moty, I feel the visceral state it must come from. I’m truly amazed by your writing
We all have visceral, concealed sides to us. It's incredibly rare when they're recognised. Endlessly grateful.
I feel the same way. My pieces come from a raw, visceral and confessional voice, mine.
You can compose such a great, unique poems.
Your writing is incredible💌.
This is a gift being so💎 talented 💎.
Thank you, truly. And I'm grateful for all the kindness along the way x
I have wondered from some time who you write about. Today you wrote: fractured.intention; and I think it's a clue :)
Beautifully written!
Dear Soulhunting, of all the things I've read from you, what stays with me is how keenly you watch - an excellent detective, always tracking the clues. Thank you.
I love reading things that make me sonder. I love reading things that make me wonder if there was a particular locus of inspiration or if it was written from purely abstract musings. This is my favorite type of thing to read, thank you for writing it.