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ZUBOSHI

 

 
 
palish last drop  
of the dripping in ‘natural pure’    
such law-abiding corporate honey  
...gotten over this morning  
 
nearby outside in the fields  
the blaring fantaish-bud bloomed  
skinny rustic pomegranate branches  
hold the honeybees in buzz,  a  
congregating chaos  
in their own-honeycombing  
homecoming for three newmoon  
stints, ...and there below  
hangs a skeletal comb  
of their ancestry  
in a linking continuum ..a  
mummified reminder  
of sorts  
 
their  
thousand black eyes throng  
the comb, rustling lacy brown wings  
flap in an anthem  of intermingled  
mergence, contrastingly banded---  
                      
                     (in some flash-hinting  
                of their pristine nectarine  
                       they together labour  
                                      in process)  
 
           ---yellow & ambered  
abdomens over abdomens  
stacked in postures… the outer  
ones suddenly ply in and out  
in some roaring alerts  
  of ferocious velocities  
 
let them ..let be ..let go …  
 
nature  
allows truth to exist . in pains . in duties  
same nature  
also embraces the faking mimicking  
not-so truth too, lifts them  
high,  sometimes  
high so high, to have  
an unforgettable fall .  almost     an end.  
 
 
Its all in our nature within us  
 
       "the reigning green-swallowing giants of ungluing egos shall perish"  
 
 
meanwhile, the  
existential quandary extends allover  
you see..even this  
crisply granulating instant coffee jar…  
how is it misplaced in that  
emptied honey space?
 Is it  
the bridging similarity browns  
that’s a masking mascot  
in our subconsciously  
hung hues of suspension?  
 
 
 
Nature…  
              activating it …  
 with the supremely  
        reinforced...the iron skulled  
 arrows in a sternous  
           combating warfare  
      with their heavenly flexing  
         ballerina spine as bows  
 of precising  
              elegance…
 
 
it’s mind…  
    a monk now ...in a  
  transmutational equilibrium…  
         is in a phaseless omniscient  
                     omnipresence  
 
 
it’s heart in boundless elasticities  
manifests unto soul’s convergence  
 
 
              a ‘point’  
 
 
 
 
your syncing golden bullseye
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by summultima (uma)
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Author's Note
for the comp. I NEED some tranquility

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