These poetic portraits sculpt subtle energies onto the physical realm. They improvise a voyage in artful manipulation. The words mutate meaning, and the travels of the human spirit become deliriously imagined, factual in memoir, and a sincere remembrance of how “real life” is full of hallucinations.

Basic events and their everyday building to an ill-defined reality are explored through a lens of conscious realism and objective abstraction. The simplicity of the professed natural shapeshifts what our eyes will inevitably frame, and creates a dissonance in human consciousness: yearning begets disappointment, language threatens, and departure spawns a rebirth.

It’s a reminder of how ethereal sensibilities ascend at each breath to metaphor, and how every semblance of said rebirth submits to an endless charade of duality. On balance, it raises the question – do we see reality as it is?

Well, how does the nuanced spirit solve for dissonance then? How do we define the compositions of reality as radical agents of sovereignty?

These words in creative non-fiction and poetry interact with reality, instead. The writings are not a consequence of the incidental neurons or receptors created in real time. It’s the construction of basic objects and their infiltration into memory and romantic exposition, like a play that stratifies its intimate scenes with troubled metaphysics. It’s a reconstruction of whole worlds, simultaneously, in a lyrical panoramic of one’s etched being. Discernment in experience is alchemized into poetic discourse: angry heartbreak, mused fantasy, lustful confusion, humble conquest, and all its willingness to create protest besides absoluteness. The book’s three sections are crossed in the timeline, and each enters a new portal where objects and their sentiment that, apparently disconnected, hang together like a surreal portrait.