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aqueous
midnight miraging mirrors
cast a particular slantwise, a formidable
yellow bulbous moon
dimming at first sign of a probe, a stare
skews a diluted acuity, a fierce
congealing prolation
the present constantine
pupils in phenomenal infectious grasp
of such piercing offbeat visions
our plane of coincidence goes beyond illusion
quicksilver antiparallelisms
held in isolation, position forever stretching
across our hypotenuse
intersecting, the wait [weight] broken by heat
to traverse
along the [hypothetically
despicable] intermediacies
[of adept ploying, inert airs barely in alignment
with the opaque petrifying glass in cannibalistic fringes]
cracking unto the realized reality, the ubiquitous
portal porosities breathing us in
Published 11th Mar 2017
| Edited 12th Mar 2017
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11th Mar 2017 11:37am
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21st Mar 2017 9:48pm
11th Mar 2017 7:54pm
I felt like I just witnessed the melding of two species creating a new life form. Out of this world.
That final stanza breathes the reader in right along with the pause, Uma.
That final stanza breathes the reader in right along with the pause, Uma.
21st Mar 2017 9:51pm
i feel lucky n blessed by ur words Soulful friend. hope we meet in silence too. Shine on the light at du. Love xx
12th Mar 2017 10:53pm
if I struggled a little with this, it's only because
I can be rather stupid at times, and yet it's at just
such times that I require poetry like this
to get me thinking...
I can be rather stupid at times, and yet it's at just
such times that I require poetry like this
to get me thinking...
21st Mar 2017 9:58pm
am real sorry to make u struggle, adored poet.but happy u r here to inspire:) unthinking stupidity is better i feel;) dunn bother the read, it goes nowhere juz as this nomad.
15th Mar 2017 1:31pm
When I think of the imagery you've captured in this piece the word that jumps to mind is viscosity. The poem is somewhat surreal, it resembles something like an account of a time-traveller traversing different dimensions. That fifth stanza is brilliant poetic mathematics! Cool poem, uma.
21st Mar 2017 9:58pm
taking the reader along on a 'plane' journey, whilst travelling the same! some ink!!
26th Mar 2017 11:49pm
