a dream was never held within the heart like this; to caress and mimic make the metamorphic yields no image to allure, on swell of blissing ribcage breathing: field-horizons seethe for gaze to set upon a focus-fix, a cough subsides to utter sweetness in the air, the intake of a blanket joy to sweep the skin entire me for being free, electric nexus-winds to soften stances, slowly vibrate perspectival nodes, and deeper nests of echoed intertwinement through the hall of gathered newness breathed, breathing insight sounds beyond the worlds imagined-- to sing the choice in serpentine, throat cascades galactic chirping carved flight of nimble-cover quickening shines higher, pitching lust and thought behind my ears revealing awe ambrosia waves from sigh-blown relics of a leafy launching, spinning dust of nebulaeic tones on ancient sprout-soul holding true for humble new beginnings green and blue. heave this newfound beauty axis wing upon that giant spiral booming where imagined whims are gentlest of all transearthly greatnesses-- simply sphotal sounds on winds of changing colorflow-- sending quivers in the dark, a smile-fire scree of charms i've known along us even while alone
sphoṭa (Devanagari स्फोट, the Sanskrit for "bursting, opening", "spurt") is etymologically derived from the root sphuṭ 'to burst'. It is used in its technical linguistic sense by Patañjali (2nd c. BCE), in reference to the "bursting forth" of meaning or idea on the mind as language is uttered. Patañjali's sphoṭa is the invariant quality of speech" (wikipedia).