Dedication Thread for Elisha ( Eerie )
She Rises
I am viscera slipping through
her moon of half-crested belly.
Limbs bend in archaic archetypes:
her skin slack in gray folds.
White hair spread across remnants
of golden crop, weathered by frosted kiss.
Quiet hush settles across her every
fret and fear of tomorrow.
Mind and body become ash—
Spirit released into new flames.
her moon of half-crested belly.
Limbs bend in archaic archetypes:
her skin slack in gray folds.
White hair spread across remnants
of golden crop, weathered by frosted kiss.
Quiet hush settles across her every
fret and fear of tomorrow.
Mind and body become ash—
Spirit released into new flames.
Written by Eerie
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There is another star in the sky. Eerie, we will see you every time that we look up.
don't know her much or close
haven't read her pen much too.. still
feels this strange~ sudden looming
heavy, this a lumping amoebic- pain
boulder.. stuck in a knotty logjam yet
trying rolling down as trickly turbulence
through this muted as if mutilated throaty
passageway... in a vacuuming~ choking in
peristaltic chaos, draining unto the One
waiting tearing heart, drowning in tears
you are a beautiful poetic soul as I deeply feel
as any true poetic heart~ mind~ body~ soul feels,
only feels the One truth.. whatever
be the zooming in or out existential facets
in presence or in partial sense or absence
eternal journey is on & on & on through lives
wherein these densing in cosmic web of Love
holds us forever. as sunstarrynebulous
fissional fusions .. we are mere & pure
God particling mystic specks & dusts
in infinite meeting episodes.. breaking
between
as innumerable tiny
deaths, as death is just
a point .
that ...... dots dots dots dots
unto the spiralling motherly
Blackhole more and more
awakens
our ageless soul
forevermore
RIP Eerie xx
haven't read her pen much too.. still
feels this strange~ sudden looming
heavy, this a lumping amoebic- pain
boulder.. stuck in a knotty logjam yet
trying rolling down as trickly turbulence
through this muted as if mutilated throaty
passageway... in a vacuuming~ choking in
peristaltic chaos, draining unto the One
waiting tearing heart, drowning in tears
you are a beautiful poetic soul as I deeply feel
as any true poetic heart~ mind~ body~ soul feels,
only feels the One truth.. whatever
be the zooming in or out existential facets
in presence or in partial sense or absence
eternal journey is on & on & on through lives
wherein these densing in cosmic web of Love
holds us forever. as sunstarrynebulous
fissional fusions .. we are mere & pure
God particling mystic specks & dusts
in infinite meeting episodes.. breaking
between
as innumerable tiny
deaths, as death is just
a point .
that ...... dots dots dots dots
unto the spiralling motherly
Blackhole more and more
awakens
our ageless soul
forevermore
RIP Eerie xx
