"superlunary" poems
"There is a lack of redamancy, you haven't let me open my mouth for at least a month. You had a lot to purge out, I guess. I want to tell you I love you, more than he ever will, I want to tell you I'm a part of you, more than he'll ever be. You are superlunary, I don't compare to you. But please remind yourself, I'm keeping you alive, though I am not God. But in a sense, I'm locking you here on Earth, I reside in your gut, I am the reason you're not giving up. All those plans and checked off to do lists, all those goals and visions...we make them just so we've got multiple anchors to make sure we do not sink. Every substance we use, every material, is a little helper: "you should stay alive because of this." Though my tendency is to hate, I have no hate to spill. Only admiration of how far you have come, of how much you have stripped me of any malice I contained. I came in hungry, ready to devour you, but you tamed my jaw with thorns you've watered for too long, and oh darling, I beg you to stay strong."
- Anti
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
ever since
that brightest of lights
birthed the universe
and all that it holds
our particles have
been striving through
all that is known
of space and time
through countless changes
of form and matter
through our unknown infinities
amidst the infinites known
through beliefs and disbeliefs
uncertainties and doubts
falling continuously
in the path of our orbits
endlessly we will travail
entrained to reunite
with our eternal partner
separated only temporally
impeded by the superlunary
seemingly fated from beyond
the gravity of this mystic tie
binds all sempiternally
and we will be found
one in the other
Nov 26, 2023
Nov 26, 2023 at 5:25 PM UTC
-- . .-.. --- -.. .. . ...
My soft yearning gaze upon your emanating presence
fills my heart to the brim with appreciation
Of your beauty, the lines of your face like
superlunary threads woven together in fractals;
an instantiation of geometric perfection.
Like æther, the material of celestial spheres,
creating a passage
that connects the edge of one to the other.
Transmitting a frequency that channels my heart with love; of the
warm embrace of your beauté
Your beauty
transcends
dimensions
like music
that feeds
my lost soul
||
I pay for it with time
like a bridge to traverse between dimensions
For this passage is not physical
but a liminal space
when I close my eyes
and think of you.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
Wings shimmering in the moonlight,
Superlunary in appearance but all too average in actuality.
The sparkling visage of an angel, deceitful.
Blood trickling through the cracks of the floor, the source hidden.
You can't lose your perceived innocence, if they see you any other way your not so angelic.
To be seen as devilish is like death to you.
No longer would your wings glimmer, no longer would you be as otherwordly,
But sharp tounged and fiery, and burning with rage.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
eternally returning
metaphors, are you teachers
infinite, or symbols of limit?
(gods, demons, unending souls, the one whole, freedom, equality, justice, truth, love, isolation, emptiness, from nothingness, outside everything, space and time, the sublime)
monotonous waves
erode the boring cliffs
where we make our home;
in search of as yet
unspoken metaphors,
perhaps approaching
from beyond still unseen
superlunary horizons,
perhaps redolent of wonder
and radical adventure,
perhaps nothing but dreams,
or exclusively
for the contemplation
of smart machines,
and so we begin again.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC