adamantine

 
her face is a small straw chunk of left out last dough  
from a scrapped out hunger nation in deep crisis-
 
 
 
 
-seamless  
  screaming provinces  
 
of forgotten smiles  
stuck perhaps slight in there
between somewhere to nowhere  
of the severe famine-stricken forever parting lips, of  
 
the desiccated  
eyepools peeling off in crushed palish patches , of  
 
the shrunken  
stigmatic cheeks in no more uplifting  
probabilities,  of  
 
the deep-etched  
quantum pains piercing core
in lightning uproars  
 

 
 
gotten frozen as bottled-specimens  
in comatose realities within deathful  
eternities, as destiny's  
stunned mannequin of dimensional myths
afloat alive in the bubbling amoebic airiness
 
 
that breaks out abrupt
 
 
 
in empathetic sights  
of exuding invisibilities- the eyeful bleeds  
and their molten rundown,  draining  
into an oceanic vividness  
 
of dreaded ignorance  
where skullful hearts in rotten sarcasms  
of the day's prolific demand, are already leased or sold  
out to reigning whorish polities  
 
 
 
-ageless warrior soul's child heart, her  
chaotic nebulic tongue blabbers an eclectic  
cosmic language  

 
of Kali's dooming rage  
still in holds of a centric tender lotus in infinitely sprawling  
bloom- her third eye's purplish fluorescing inflorescence, an  
 
 
adamantine composure  
of a shimmering hope