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maya
1) her archaic soul a liquid diamond
spiralling unto her palmar cosmos
en route to the core are chaotic quakes
in malleable rigours to molten simmers
some course of integral discontinuity
-or is it rather a relay destination..
a seamless transitional layering
or a point, this deathful freeform
on the verge of a tangible eternity
2) you unleash rushing amoebic greys
lips up to a devolving prey, their
craving figments over the hypnotic
Saturn in lustful spin, peeling off
its desperately hidden 7.5 folds
thickening black humor grips
3) her fluidic concretions shall lash out
in scribbling to scripting prehensilities
whatever. this liberation, routing her
phasal logjams to your unshackling
skies- swirls high her lissom phalangic
hinges over your Saturnless canvases
Published 20th Feb 2017
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This verse is filled with supernatural illusions weilded by the power of words. Which, ironically, in the Christian faith is God. "In the beginning was the word...and the word was made flesh..." Yet, the very word Maya is Hindu (and Buddhist). Which leads me to believe that words transcend literal meaning and human labels when it comes to atmospheric melding and vibrational creation by which the universe becomes manifest through poems such as this.
What a grand illusion of the phenomenal you've written here.
What a grand illusion of the phenomenal you've written here.
Ur reads n interpretations are truly appreciative..
Tq Ahavati for your priceless imprints n presence. Light love n peace dear xx
Tq Ahavati for your priceless imprints n presence. Light love n peace dear xx
