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torn through spectral dances
like light from a prism

situated in darkness
like a burning star

defined in polar cradles
fused light-borne blackness

receptively penetrating
entering the ******

burning with a friction
seeing out beyond

alpha, dash, omega
dashing, dashing, gone

the eternal ceaselessness
holding like the past

pulling like the future
exploding into now

never ending fluctuants
of holy passions infinite

space is a vacuum
space is a furnace
creation is the principle
caught between life
and death,
between the succulence of sustenance
and erratic destructiveness,

the gestations of hereafter,
cascading novelties heretofore,
a reflective dynamism,
in the moving mirror,

the bitter-sweet
sweet-bitterness,
of paradoxes pumping,

a living death
that is,
what dies
into loves thrusting,

the fecund surge of heart,
upon the looming edge,
between the past lined birth place,
and the precipice.
this constant
invitation
into stark mystery

is a story
i flounder
to find words for.

~

a glance,
more
than eyes looking.

beholden
entrancement,
upon feedback's
looping.

~

i am a crippled logician,
wrought with wonder

in the thrashing
static jungle,
of no conclusion.

~

this is a flash
this here, the flesh

a blinding
binding light,

obliterating,
without solution,

a living,
i tremble in.

~

i am stumped
i am little
so small

hung
here
in the

sky.

~

a suspended channel
of ideation,
filling, with
empty utterance.

~

i am confounded
i am large
too grand

to
get
ahold

of.

~

breathing
multitudinous,
full, with
contradiction.

~

a grandiose
enigmatic flux,
miniscule
and massive.

— The End —