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midnight manuscript flames olympic- this sunlit book of love
had hidden you conscientiously
in an intimate remoteness
such trembling polar extremities
of magnetic currents that
would dwindle whole
in their ultimate mergence
eyes the i's strew in dreams
of your lucidly mysterious prints
brewing organic of the sepiatic scapes
mash torrential the craving grapes
to darkly entwined nights
of deep purplish abyss
in our mystical fusions
intangible to the hurried curious
firefly orbitals and to the spurious
corner glints of the winking highway
blues in flickering neon st[r]ands
present tense tighten
as grimly dimming disappearances
from crossdressed maniacal plays
of thickening silhouettes
over exponentially looming
choking aspergillus shadows
& the bottled histories
overly ferment to rancorous
rancidities frothing slimy black
in malformed remembrances
daring lights of your glowering sun
cracks open the benthic stalemates
from its clouded facades & comatose
fingers to plucked strings
of classic black & white prints
under your turmeric saffronic
sun in seamless streaming
Published 16th Feb 2019
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16th Feb 2019 2:34am
"of deep purplish abyss
in our mystical fusions"
My dear Uma, such beautiful darkness you weave into a magic...this conjure flows over me...I read it backwards as well...as can be done in a book...the world of words are then fixed but still mutable in action...your flowing stream of heart fuel these thoughts....flame higher, dear...
love
Jeff
in our mystical fusions"
My dear Uma, such beautiful darkness you weave into a magic...this conjure flows over me...I read it backwards as well...as can be done in a book...the world of words are then fixed but still mutable in action...your flowing stream of heart fuel these thoughts....flame higher, dear...
love
Jeff
16th Feb 2019 3:32am
deearest Jeff...you are such a sun yourself..in rays & quantums you inspire immense..love ur reads ur conceptions & the love the way it makes me feel when these verses flows over your brilliant sun soul..th way you see, yes read it back & seems almost the mutable or cyclical ..actually the reverse version seems more alluring in its basal darkness with all the sun & shines in consummation..juz me from ur fluidic words xx:) <3
16th Feb 2019 2:44am
Ah ma Tima!! no words for doll... you surrender yourself under rivers
of ink and manifest sense... love it and you<3
of ink and manifest sense... love it and you<3
16th Feb 2019 4:00am
ah the rivers dear one..you remind me of its wilderness meanderings ..almost seeming frivolous, only but in that gushed transcending touch of its oceanic drain its sangam..you see it feel it in ur inked eyed depths ..xx <3
16th Feb 2019 2:17pm
Absolutely amazing uma👏👏 your the ultimate master wordsmith!
"to darkly entwined nights
of deep purplish abyss
in our mystical fusions
intangible to the hurried curious
firefly orbitals and to the spurious
corner glints of the winking highway
blues in flickering neon st[r]ands"
Love this so much! beautiful darkness with so much depth Deeply enthralling me
Fantastic write uma👏👏
"to darkly entwined nights
of deep purplish abyss
in our mystical fusions
intangible to the hurried curious
firefly orbitals and to the spurious
corner glints of the winking highway
blues in flickering neon st[r]ands"
Love this so much! beautiful darkness with so much depth Deeply enthralling me
Fantastic write uma👏👏
16th Feb 2019 8:42pm
Sepiatic scapes, bottled histories. It reads to me about the amazing worlds we are lost within as we read. Yesterday I was absorbed in this book when a little appointment angel whispered to me and I looked up at the clock, realizing I had only fifteen minutes to my scheduled arrival. Zoink lol. Thankfully it was only a five minute drive. Did a hurried shower and dress and was on my way.
We truly only read ourselves, project ourselves into everything, but as we are part and parcel of the consciousness of the universe, we experience the everything in experiencing ourselves, I have found. It is always a joy to peruse your amazing works, bursting with cosmic light.
Daniel
We truly only read ourselves, project ourselves into everything, but as we are part and parcel of the consciousness of the universe, we experience the everything in experiencing ourselves, I have found. It is always a joy to peruse your amazing works, bursting with cosmic light.
Daniel
