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"saturateing" poems
Many Tapestries are Woven The sun beat down upon the globe saturateing rows of blue miasma Hues of yellow threw reflection scattering like condensation cast before a strobe light blinking upon the vast horizon's mirrored ocean of sinking constellations Shadows fray from midnight twine roped over planes of spacial awareness Knots untie and rip the lines displayed as appropriately framed right angled protruding grades constrained in lower dimensions where this contour hangs diluting grey Foraging through the void of depth, time crept into layered realms where strings untangle every second stretching into decades after Hours draped like stalactites dangled dripping from the ceiling yet, their patterns never settle, dragging faster across the celing rafters Plaster breaks revealing all their metal structures resting underneath Shapes solidify in space and trace their source's essence back across dissolving acetyl mazes growing larger among the shade Only light dissipates beneath the growing twilight haze Vaporizing acid rains storm and drain before the flowers drink their poison showers or their dew drops melt the grassy plains Every cornerstone is held in place and tied to the dimension beneath, repeating patterns search for meaning, wich several different needles stitch each thread into a lace Here we are observing, learning, breeding, and obsessively searching for purposeful meaning while we maintain these vibrant shapes which often trace the jagged lines crisscrossing the void of space Eventually these strings will rupture, torn by the very structure created when dimensions touch their tapered ends together Stars are punctured pin ****** testing spacetime elasticity before stretching it back straight Life has been assimilated by the crystalline structures which have woven its own tapestry blissfully in place
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Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
Iamsparticus03
Many Tapestries are Woven
Many Tapestries are Woven The sun beat down upon the globe saturateing rows of blue miasma Hues of yellow threw reflection scattering like condensation cast before a strobe light blinking upon the vast horizon's mirrored ocean of sinking constellations Shadows fray from midnight twine roped over planes of spacial awareness Knots untie and rip the lines displayed as appropriately framed right angled protruding grades constrained in lower dimensions where this contour hangs diluting grey Foraging through the void of depth, time crept into layered realms where strings untangle every second stretching into decades after Hours draped like stalactites dangled dripping from the ceiling yet, their patterns never settle, dragging faster across the celing rafters Plaster breaks revealing all their metal structures resting underneath Shapes solidify in space and trace their source's essence back across dissolving acetyl mazes growing larger among the shade Only light dissipates beneath the growing twilight haze Vaporizing acid rains storm and drain before the flowers drink their poison showers or their dew drops melt the grassy plains Every cornerstone is held in place and tied to the dimension beneath, repeating patterns search for meaning, wich several different needles stitch each thread into a lace Here we are observing, learning, breeding, and obsessively searching for purposeful meaning while we maintain these vibrant shapes which often trace the jagged lines crisscrossing the void of space Eventually these strings will rupture, torn by the very structure created when dimensions touch their tapered ends together Stars are punctured pin ****** testing spacetime elasticity before stretching it back straight Life has been assimilated by the crystalline structures which have woven its own tapestry blissfully in place
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