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A Devouring Menagerie of Inevitably Cohabiting Symptoms.. called (A DEATHLY) LIFE, esp. in the Corona Times
raising or drowning? in the
million criss-crossing horizontal
& vertical, seethingly iron-ical
arrowing javelins ...bleeding
unalertingly raw & stinkingly
viscous stirring brain~lumpful
of mashy granular exudations
[ …steaming hot in the noonish peak +100-degree heat waves as
shrunken grey rickety splattering denatured coagulates …of a much
clogger~ headed times. rising right ahead to the midcranial top floor
in a paining bulge towards the pulling skies ..ricocheting with a sudden
invading aliens' sirenous conch, of a futuristic dystopian ..a precisely
digitalized hell of a caller tune..]
cracken parched eyelands…
feel dryly sterned & starched out
in the same severing iron-y..
[almost gouging out from its eternally drawing in fixations of a plunderous
famine ..of a staring wide sparking violence.. in peaking bleeps stitched to
an elevated plateauing ultrasonically torching scream of, as if, a densifying
ashen smokiness deluge …of a daringly divulging degree of ~nothingness]
cacti thorns of the throaty
deserts itch~ punch~ pierce
scratch~ explode the tracheal
zen passages to red scriptured
chaos.. bullet-y scatter conundrum
rounding up as clotted corundum
of fluorescing bloodied rubies ..with
the pungently coughed out artilleries
from a fire~ frictional gritty sandpapery
dryland… the same iron-y… of virally
phlegmatic clouts of clouded landmines
burst from these seeded beady reds
[the spongy tonguebud porosities are stoppress bitterish blockades
beyond divisionaliities ….as if the heavy preview of a coffining death
mould long laid upon the refined crocinous white chemical morbid mouth…
forgotten of its delicate glistening guava-ish pinkish bitten appetite days
of endless organic dripping delicious nectarine romance.. now evenmore
st(r)ained yellow by your plaquing petrifying presence all over the lining &
merging gaps of corroding away ivory teeth skeletal.. & by the such repititive
emetic tactics you induce by the generous bilous~phlegmy splash outs of a
derelict drain... in choking breaths… to a disparagingly disappearing diaphragm
& a heartlessly holed brittle ribcage in a crookedly bent~ posing question mark? ...]
the sinuses are now synthetically swollen
hurdle track, numbing hard as non collapsible
fast~forwarded bridges to hell... are here to
stay until the last cracking bit of the frangibly
decalcifying bones holding them.. are rotten
unavailing to your shallow forensic sensibilities
[eyes drowse often pleading to close for a while ~for once ~ almost forever.. in no
fluffy featherlite dreaminess... but a dark dungeoning in nightmarishly apocalyptical
realm of an inexplicably rigouring in frozenness as a nearing reality ...where body lays
in a lively weird rigour mortis in a lucid compos mentis but with a disabling motor sense
.... not worrying anymore of this rapidly attained torpid state, only possibly in pathetic
allowance of this fatal gripping shock to consume wholly to a death's easy submission??
NO NO NO NO ....not now ..never a "timidly" overtaking of the unreasonable & illogical YOU
YOU ...YOU ...YOU..YOU ..WHOEVER "YOU " ARE ...in the form of Kaliyug apocalyspe of
a White Horse Kalki Warrior of (Mis)Agendas.. in the form of the Coronal Plasmic Viral Warfare
you widely open your flabbergastingly~engineered pathogenic particulates unaware all over...
there is still a minutely yeastly- budding midcranial pain of HOPE... trying reach the
ethereal skies in the baby~touching ..the stellar elevated super~consciousness in the
bloom~parachuting capture all in these lotusy palms in spread & in the patted pink of
the cheeks evoking the mystically webbed cosmic~patterning iris~inflorescence.. all thus
holding the agelessly precious motherly blackhole of our wholly whorling in soulflame
lit with the centric eye of the Creation of Us- of the humming Om- of the Eternal
Love...]
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Published 18th Mar 2020
| Edited 4th Dec 2020
Author's Note
a darkly probe of a scribe from some personally experiencing viral feverish symptoms ( hmm, not corona though) .... all draining in ... towards Light towards Hope towards Love ..esp. in the times of Corona, instilling all the spirited HOPE & FAITH & LIGHT & LOVE , Prayers & stay well All my Dears. Love to All xx
Pic: Web. (Lord Shiva playing the Cosmic Udukai (~Udukkai ~உடுக்கை), a membrophone instrument... seems a vigorously pitched udukkai's cyclical eonic times of an hourglass... playing in the larger eternity .. of Creation, Of Us.. of humming Om)
Pic: Web. (Lord Shiva playing the Cosmic Udukai (~Udukkai ~உடுக்கை), a membrophone instrument... seems a vigorously pitched udukkai's cyclical eonic times of an hourglass... playing in the larger eternity .. of Creation, Of Us.. of humming Om)
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Anonymous
18th Mar 2020 7:14pm
Never has a night fever been pulverised and stretched over a poetic rack. An alphabet autopsy. It does seem as if Covid symbolises something significant for this damned World. The end of the beginning? Love Me xx
You look more deeply into the world than anyone I know. This is an amazing perspective on the zeitgeist, from the intimate microcosm to the macrocosm. Look deep enough into the most infinitesimally minute particulate matter and you will find a vast cosmos of space and orbiting energy. Scale, space, time, are matters of perspective, as the great physicist told us.
Incredible detail, vibrantly alive, cosmically organic.
Incredible detail, vibrantly alive, cosmically organic.
24th Mar 2020 7:38pm
Palm the whole panopticon, and love the whole being, seeing the whole being. You write from Earth heart, sister. I admire the strength of your constitution
