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Objectified manifest's invertible investiture to metaphysical mystique astral projection's mystic symbiotic.  Yes I like to think I resemble God!!!  Perhaps everything that has ever existed will survive forever.  Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity.  It makes sense considering that infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence's ubiquity.  Infinitely expansive vastness had an exogamy with the inky blackness.  Spatiotemporal telemetry's virility made fecundity of spacetime continuum's fertility.

I submit:

Is this a microcosmic phenomenon or more dependent on the depths of pervasion of its macrocosmic relativities.  Perhaps there is a unifying field theory we are not yet aware of which explains how it paradoxically is a little bit of both.

and:

With the advent of biological organisms the diversity of physical existence has apparently exceeded its physical complexity.  Understanding has evolved.  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeed in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms.  


Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion, hectic duty deontological probity.  "The angel was a visage of resplendent beauty as it hovered in midair above the knoll."  Impeccable trollwood harlotry, "Strait up forever ontology on high."  I like to think we embody on the emote to exude aimed imbue.  Rosicrucian romanesque rotunda rouge.  Platypus plausible plinth.  Plum line backhoe special, anchor pin tachometer, plowshare track-ness!!!  Futurity fatidic's noumenal sentience's semantic regalia.  Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's indefatigably indomitable irrefragable incarnate.  What's to tell you, I'm an optimist on the identity crisis to do an enigma entity.  Imagination's immaturities incorporeity ideologies, clairaudience clairvoyance astral projection's categorical imperative.  Extraversion embezzlements euthanasia extortions, embark embargo's extradition.  Then again are we really responsible for the innate nature of our intrinsic incessant.  I like to think we could get away with it and still be good for I like to think our disembodied godlike spirits will not loose their proclivity for corporeally preternatural being.
Chicanery dynamism's fealties.  Totally tangential trajectory extant, exponentially extemporaneous radix repartee.
 Oct 2021 Eman
Glenn Currier
Isn’t it strange
how in this brief exchange
of the creative impulse
we gain
a certain kind of intimacy
with each other
yet we never
smell each other
shake hands
breathe the same air
put up with personal idiosyncrasies
and off-putting voice inflections –
all the things our friends and loved ones have to.

Yet here we occupy hearts and minds
many of our friends and loves do not know
with such closeness, interiority, and connectedness.

What a strange and magnificent gift!
I wrote this after reading several poems of my friends here on this wonderful website. I got to thinking about how I address many of you as "my friend," and I really feel a friendship with you, yet we have never met face-to-face in the flesh. How sweet it is!
 Oct 2021 Eman
Seán Mac Falls
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Man thrusts at night
Some genital tsunami
Woman breaks like dawn
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 Oct 2021 Eman
Traveler
Preoperative
 Oct 2021 Eman
Traveler
It appeared to be true
all the pieces seemed as if they fit
we were all in agreement
our rules served the greater good
oh how those ethnic standers lifted us!

Now it postoperative time!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Oct 2021 Eman
Karijinbba
Breathtakingly beautiful
your ink it chills to my spine.
How lucky and fortunate
the one queen of hearts
who reigns yours presence
shares your meals, longest
sitting at your footstand lotus
watching the moon dissapear
AM and sun settings views PM
joy peace your bending blues
And will her presence suffice
to forget strenuous promises
to stars in eye glued
to your cloudy thunderous
lightening sky above
heir to all?
~~~~~~~
By;Karijinbba
at Mr. and Mrs. Andrews.
https://youtu.be/gZCj86Od6jo
 Oct 2021 Eman
ryn
déjà vu
 Oct 2021 Eman
ryn
I remember this day…

Looking out the window,
feeling the stray droplets;
Tasting the scent of moisture
as the chill of the soft breeze
laces the deep breaths I take…

As I once did…

I remember this day…
To be one that I’ve lived before.
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