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the mi rr or i n g mask...
....
from
the p (/b)leating
p(/f)uckering
t(h) ig h > ten < in g
nationless uni-ver sal =1=
b (f)akes
c r a\\ // c k s
this
veritably
maillard
hard
in the
b (f)rown in g
as (s)
dr y
rap~ lessly ri pp ed
|#|p arch i n g|#|
lands
cuts @itself
over the deep ly mo a n ing
y earn s
in d rama tic \i n n e r /
throbbing
c aroti d~ f emo ra l
dam pen ed
froggy vein s
as the
im p u l s ive kine tic
pressurizing t antric(k) s
pulls !! up
the muted buddha's
)( mouth ][
the tight-zip p e d >><<
pur s i n g
lips }{
in no compulsion
of ^^ v e r b s
feels = * g o d
&
of course t oo g oo d.
befitt i n g
the be num b e d
s k u l l s
of the lull i n g n oon
----------------------+-------------------------
eyes
bl oo m black
as
raw magnetite
(wh) ores
co mm ercial
milki n g fullm oo ns
yet
gotten s(t) uck
in
over~ (their self) lappance
of their n.o.w
in co inci d ence -----------><--------------
the e cc entrical
stardust i n g
g r a v iiiiiii t a s
still
the symbolical
risen fin ger s
in fairy gritty pallor
of eternal en core
gri pp i n g
holds
that in
en~fielded ploughi n g
swathe
in the ::body:: of
s mok y
ashen bl oo ms
of foggy mi rr o ring
morning's
paining dewpanes...
in markedly dense
indelible palmistry
fate___/--------\____lines
& some
fault *XX* lines t oo~
-their
long i n g
transversal------> s
-------> s
starstruck
by
bold & loud
spading in
||
.. ..
||
V V
long ii tudes
and, you see
the deep
inset fullen i n g eyeblacks
are f r o z e n
in magni fi ca tions
______________#_______________
is it the eyes
or the mirror
or the eyes of mirror
or mirror of the eyes
that's
fi ring in
infinite~
multi~*~* plying
full thro tt le
tri gg er (>>%%<< )
of
what's underneath
the
b asking ?? mask
until ~> unle ss <
un# masked
or
forever an
unbeknownst
spectatorial
metaphorical
tri gg er
#XX#
un~bursting
their
kerosene~scuppering
dragon red lanterns
l anguish i n g
i
n
t
o
o
.
.
an unsaid deadend
a clini~c a llllll
ster ~ii~ lity
vac uu mmm
(what~ev errrrrrrrr.........)
//\\ //\\
//\\
om. om. om. om
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Published 10th Feb 2020
Author's Note
just an inner reflecting write ...done with 'flow the flow' mode of abstractions.
inspired by a sunday's facial masked silence of moments..into a looking mirror...of colliding splitting depths of chaos...of what? will leave it as such...
allz love. allz shivaicshakti in oneness om. deaths & births. amisdt all & nil.
~ you know. for us Rob xx
pic: from web. the surrealist Salvadar Dali's "Slave Market With The Apparition of The Invisible Bust Of Voltaire", fits in the densing flights of a floating drowning in lightness chaos.. or whatever.
inspired by a sunday's facial masked silence of moments..into a looking mirror...of colliding splitting depths of chaos...of what? will leave it as such...
allz love. allz shivaicshakti in oneness om. deaths & births. amisdt all & nil.
~ you know. for us Rob xx
pic: from web. the surrealist Salvadar Dali's "Slave Market With The Apparition of The Invisible Bust Of Voltaire", fits in the densing flights of a floating drowning in lightness chaos.. or whatever.
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10th Feb 2020 8:31pm
i understand the desire to 'kind-of' 'humble oneself in ones notes but for me its so not necessary; because i think this is utterly phenomenal. really. one of my faves of yours.
'freedom' as a word in itself never made sense on its own. it should always be seen as , (i am not new in saying it) : 'freedom from/for what'.
laying this understanding of freedom in front of the mirror, the mask and its reflection is brave and honest; fucking full of the pain to escape and the echoes of some vascular forms, the veins under the skin. - ' ...the fate-lines ...the fault lines.'
amazing.
'freedom' as a word in itself never made sense on its own. it should always be seen as , (i am not new in saying it) : 'freedom from/for what'.
laying this understanding of freedom in front of the mirror, the mask and its reflection is brave and honest; fucking full of the pain to escape and the echoes of some vascular forms, the veins under the skin. - ' ...the fate-lines ...the fault lines.'
amazing.
12th Feb 2020 4:23pm
Anonymous
12th Feb 2020 10:28pm
Can only echo the above thoughtful/considered opinions. Form and structure presented here is something interstellar. xx
