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a modicum of spontaneous appreciation... of death(ly) blackhole's (re)birth, only in an undying search

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staring �
inadvertently long in nonchalance �
at a surfacing dimension... �
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seem to lose �
its all-so-till gathered -worldly �
meanings & perceptions �
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dimming sudden �
to an eerie switching off dark �
blotch of gloominess �
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..of an unknown �
blinding vacuum. �(Fearful? �
No, Why... �
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as never to carry �
an ever-present shadowing swansong �
of an apprehensible fright..) �
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surprisingly �
turns out to be undoing �
the �delusional' defining coordinates �
of those so-made up synthetical �
cosmetic architects �
of that essayed dimension �
under question� �
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miraculously �
birthing & coming fresh �
with an undying �
divine nakedity � �
in threading fibres �
& pumping fluids �
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.... a pulsing life, conjoining cherubs �
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of the underlying love�s eternity carved out of artsy oeuvres �
in an indescribably haunting mournful melancholic destiny �
with an existential grim reaper�s daily manoeuvring mortality �
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subtle aestheticism �
(of an enamoured old soul hymning ruefully) �
is in tandem with its almost an irking �
�no-semblance� scandalously debutante �
body metal material �in a �
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prematurely �
rambunctious garishness �
of an overrated plain ribaldry, a �
truant mediocrity... �
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that need to survive �
the crucifying day�s limelight focus �
pressurizing the One �
to non-aligning disorientations �
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will still... �
the blackly plucking in hung �
ropes of midnight strangulations �
..rapidly onset in the rotting rigours �
of a howling cold day's fallen dawn �
flaunts in remorseless demise �
of its earnest pulls in draws of �
each breath's souling warmth �
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dig out �
the blackholing in cosmic conch's �
unfadingly unheard ultrasonical hymns �
in sacred vedic reverberating mantras �
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reaching �
the core of Singularity, �dissolving �
the petty parietal planetary gravities �
unto a wholly sucking in whorling �
out .....limitless immensity, this �
One visceral bloom...afloat �
in no touchdown �
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Subconsciousness �
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Written by summultima

(uma)

Published 2nd Oct 2019

Author's Note

A blabbered scribbling vent ...

Nothing to stir a controversy ...
Personally felt deep emotions..
inspired by a cine biopic..of a yesteryear's
adored celebrity artist actress Shobha's death at just age of 19, in 1980..
(an alleged suicide or murder..still unclear)

Pic: source web

The inner struggles & search of each precious life ...
Will it lead lively in that
harmonious Body~Soul unison
..towards that
spiritual traversing galaxical lights &
the ultimate sacred blackhole's darkness..
all (with)in an each life(time)'s
realizational purpose...

That is the Hope & Prayers,
The Supreme Faith in Love..Om