listening as the
sea hears the
moon and sun
cascading flow or
pulling away
melded in
********
tortured ecstasy
creating
a thousand words
for every birds
eye view
my body giving in
to
my mind
my soul somewhere
in-between
silent worlds
of unseen eyes and inward probing
these neurotic bodies
swaying visceral waters
deeper currents not
complying as yet in
this cosmic
****** of
light & darkness matter & void
affecting only the surface
pulling back
only waves
pushing them back
to the ever-changing
shoreline
when affecting
only the surface
it appears to
be dull monotony
at the beck and call of the
moon's every whim...
oh
and other orbs play
their part with her
but infinitely deeper
dramatic ebb and
flow
cannot be witnessed
by the seagull's gaze
the thoughts of the soul
are faint or nil
in the patterns of
vision-mind
our bodies
listening to this galactic
dialogue seethe
in stagnant waters
when the mind like the
moon is all she
hears
or whatever brings
in a stronger
signal
we have taken her away
kept her estranged as
mutated cells eating away
conformed to the
image of an empty shell
of a neutral network
caught in a degenerative loop
a dense
gravitational pull slowly
leading her along
into the vortex of the
absence of light
yet something our minds
cannot understand as
yet is developing
out of sight-mind after
the imploding of her
beautiful
mass
after
the burning-out of
countless worlds
beyond
even the furthest reach
of the poetic
eye
a genesis beyond eden
attempting with
greater resolve to
orchestrate the divine
purpose of the
primeval garden
rearranged
and tuned to higher
******** harmony
the new
birth of soul leading
body & mind
her voice
being the gravitational orb
swaying visceral
waters and deeper currents
complying this
time around.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
listening as the
sea hears the
moon and sun
cascading flow or
pulling away
melded in
********
tortured ecstasy
creating
a thousand words
for every birds
eye view
my body giving in
to
my mind
my soul somewhere
in-between
silent worlds
of unseen eyes and inward probing
these neurotic bodies
swaying visceral waters
deeper currents not
complying as yet in
this cosmic
****** of
light & darkness matter & void
affecting only the surface
pulling back
only waves
pushing them back
to the ever-changing
shoreline
when affecting
only the surface
it appears to
be dull monotony
at the beck and call of the
moon's every whim...
oh
and other orbs play
their part with her
but infinitely deeper
dramatic ebb and
flow
cannot be witnessed
by the seagull's gaze
the thoughts of the soul
are faint or nil
in the patterns of
vision-mind
our bodies
listening to this galactic
dialogue seethe
in stagnant waters
when the mind like the
moon is all she
hears
or whatever brings
in a stronger
signal
we have taken her away
kept her estranged as
mutated cells eating away
conformed to the
image of an empty shell
of a neutral network
caught in a degenerative loop
a dense
gravitational pull slowly
leading her along
into the vortex of the
absence of light
yet something our minds
cannot understand as
yet is developing
out of sight-mind after
the imploding of her
beautiful
mass
after
the burning-out of
countless worlds
beyond
even the furthest reach
of the poetic
eye
a genesis beyond eden
attempting with
greater resolve to
orchestrate the divine
purpose of the
primeval garden
rearranged
and tuned to higher
******** harmony
the new
birth of soul leading
body & mind
her voice
being the gravitational orb
swaying visceral
waters and deeper currents
complying this
time around.
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