Oora On The Aura We See
By Zac Dunn
Art by Eric Joyner
Published Issue 134, February 2025
“Darling, our lives are like computers that run on a software that we are given by those who make us. Our build is the way our CPU moves and keeps evolving across time and space as we too ROLL as a BALL or a SINE WAVE into the field we can hear … and know is REAL. This boundless way of seeing ourselves in singular terms lets us view our CPU like a BALL and as a RAY OF LIGHT, as we can allow things to be recognized as the SAME. Thus this identity in being a CPU falls as a BALL or drop of water on glass or bounds into the void of the COSMOS faster than our minds or science can understand.
In our times of transformation, we take up ARMS and carry what we can as far as we are allowed in our FAITH FATE FORM and PATH across the COSMOS. Our hearts may see many things, but our hands may only hold so much. And so much of what we choose to value most may not serve us as much as we could ever know.
In finding ourselves at an impasse on a plane in a context, we very well may be a BROKEN CPU that cannot function. As its software has created a fragmented system that ripples around it like a STONE in the STREAM … BREAKING WATER and discordant WAVES as the CURRENT and LIVING THINGS bound over, under, through and around.
In our BROKEN MODE, the MIND cannot find any peace and may be a deeply conflicted machine that has calculated equations that lead to TOXIC SUMS that WE seem to consume in a state of NEED.
As the water RISES, our inner barrier of SANE and calm thought might surprise us in knowing that we are NOT BROKEN, and NOT ALONE. SAME is the living thing we wonder is having a struggle or toil that we too could know and find grace in seeing too. TO YEILD and stop long enough to see and feel ourselves in relation to other, not in PLUS or MINUS, but in KINDNESS, we EARN in small acts, we choose in FORCES, WE CONTROL NOT, CAN NEVER TURN. TO HIDE we SEEK KNEES that GIVE UP CHOICE.
WHEN the CPU is no longer able to FUNCTION it will REBOOT.
In this huge shift, the POLE SHIFT may occur, should the machine see a MIRROR and take steps toward the LIGHT, and not the DARK DAYS WAYS and SYSTEMS that MAROON is in this dreadful place.
COLD is the VEINz in the CPU as it ENTERS A VOID. And DEEP is the HURT that ANCHORz know KRAAKENz and GYSERz at the bottom of DAVEY JONEz LOCKER.
AS a need to RISE SO SLOWLY FROM A BASE, so perilously low, we take a final look into the blackness we burned up and now must begin again NEW.
THE FORM we choose used to be US too, and WE may be very much missing what we think is the FLOAT that brings us to the surface with KIND FATHOMS … SANS THE BENDz.
BUT an inverse may occur. The blood vessels may expand and push against the very housing of our CRANIAL PERCH TROUT or CATFISH OOKIE NOODLE and RIVER BANK ROOKERz we plug into PUTRID MUD OV LOVE.
The grasp of the sour COTTONMOUTH infested waters embrace takes AUDACITY. Most of URBAN minds are PROFANE and FIND no WILL to REACH INTO A BOX that could allow them to know a BRAVE HEART so TONY STARK.
IRON MEN WIN TITAN TIFFz
OVER LESSER BRUTEz
ALBATROSS ‘N’ GRITz
BUT the CROW we CALL at DAWN is a LIVER-EATING JOHNSON or JEBEDIAH,
JIM JONEz who PREACHES to the CHOIR first then takes DONATIONS he SQUANDERz INSTANTLY.
THE EYE of BUX is BLIND
UNWISE KIND or GIVES US
TAKING FROM MOUTHz
WE OPEN HUNGRY for COMMUNION.
BUT … if we loose our CHAINz and BRAKE ANCHOR, we may very well come to what lies we told ourselves and why we cannot LIVE, GIVE or SAY a WORD in EXCUSE for the wisdom we own on our faces.
FAITH FATE FORM
SANE SAFE SAME
We drop to our own knee in our own hearts to see the light we cannot hide and the love we know in boundless wealth. We can feel a vacuum or void in our hearts when we start to care and consider things that POLE SHIFT or SEXTANTz HUEz or LATITUDEz of BLU MOODz we SUFFER to beat up quick, and CALL US ONE to REST and bless US NEXT. For TRANSFORMATION is REAL and we feel
ALIVE TO BE KIND WISE & NOT DIE
as
WE WALK INTO THE LIGHT AND BELIEVE OUR LIFE IS A GIFT WE CHOOSE TO USE TO SPITE THE LIES THEY USE.
WE MIGHT JUST STOP LEARNING TO LIVE AND LOVE the WAY WE WERE BORN FREE OUTSIDE a CIRCLE OV SADISTIC TALES and BOOKz that EVIL MEN PEN and EVIL MEN read And EVIL FOLLOW across OCEANz of CONSEQUENCES and ACTS they pretend as TINY CHILDREN. They can be born in blood worth once of dew drops as TEARS are SCANT. When we choose PAIN over LOVE and EXCHANGE CURRENCY of PAIN, HATE, DEATH and MALICE, they WANT TO CALL LAWS but we call … ME TOO … ?! … SAME … ?!
Stand and deliver or stand in the sun as CROWS slowly eat your body BITE BY BITE and the SUN turns the FLESH to a RASIN that NONE SHALL REMEMBER.
SO … GO FOURTH … STAND WITH OR FUCK as you may come out of a FACE in saying … BUT KNOW that TIME, SPACE and the LAW of NATURE are the place we live and FOOLS kid themselves upstream SANS PADDLE to CRY RIVERz as they FALL over ACTz, CHOICEz and VOICEz OV DEF.”
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Zac Dunn is a psycho-social mechanic, father, musician and dreamer. Check out his music and follow him on X | Instagram | Tumblr.
Eric Joyner is a San Francisco-based artist who specializes in robots and donuts. Learn more about Eric and see more of his work on his site and on Instagram.
Check out Zac’s other February install, The Walls We Fix, and Eric’s January art, Night Racer, or head to our Explore section to see more of these creatives work.