Submit to the drift.
Start with the maps and records for reference, de-contextualise.
We tear them up and reconfigure. Burn them to the ground and out of their symbolic ashes, a new phoenix city can emerge.
We take the old markers and render them invalid, instead, applying a new mystic. Impose significance and invent new ritual, new meaning, invoke new Gods from old topographies. The irregular and unseen become intrigue.
The street, the junction, the thoroughfare we have blindly passed manifold, under new scrutiny become contours, mistique, allure. Subject to alien communications, suddenly visible, audible, tangible.
Submit from within the drift.
Climb her ivory towers, a night of tenderness gives way to a lifetime of togetherness. A first night of passion, fingers scanning new landscape for excitement, for comfort, for familiarity.
A claim staked on a new relationship, possession, partnership, contentment. We embrace and she gives us comfort. The small and obscure corners, the flaw in her eye, the lines in her skin that no-one else notices. Embrace, study, her traits of beauty become sublime. This is your space, and you love her, and she loves you back.
Submit. Embrace. Drift.
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