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Pandora's box
Eddying lines of blurred humanity
race, radiating in a zigzag frenzy
whilst animus and anima unite
into a blinding white amalgamation
The unicorn of the mind jostles
and sprints ahead towards
the event horizon
as the radiant golden paddy fields sway
with the faint laughter murmuring for miles
The endless expanse of the psyche
blossoms-blooms-binds-bursts
with labyrinths spread across
in limitless vistas
The lightbulb suns bleed to black
and unfamiliar winds blow across
monsters on the very edge
of delirious dreams
Fantasia threatened by
the poignant war cries
comes to life-livid
and lingers on for
the tiny ants march ahead
war-whoop accompanied
And the symphony begins
with shadows obliterating
obelisk towers crumble down
in screaming quakes
The fluidity escapes thru
the oblong path
my Oberon rises and blasts
into a million crystals
which engulf the multiverse of my mind
sparkles-splinters-spray-speed
beyond
A tangent realm gets etched out
like visceral poetry
Agony fuses with ecstasy
and dream unites with pain
verses bleed dry
the luminous flag flutters
The last notes of the dying song
reverberate as the new notes
originate, overflowing
estoiles of esoteric emblems evolve
wisps of cloud collide in harmony
And the fallen leaves grow back to glory
The sacrosanct sacrament of trinity
rests in the waves of hyperprojection
evanescent ether materializes like Eucharist
days and nights blend into an oblique prose
armies of neural fetus scuttle into rivulets
billabongs of momentary nostalgia deluge
as my being rises from the dunes of time
with the scurry of diurnal fauna at daybreak
the domain of the cognizance
lapses into hypersleep putting to rest
the transitory spectacle of REM.
Published 12th Jan 2012
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12th Jan 2012 8:45pm
burst of animated visions dazzles in this outpouring of words. Its a montage before sleep. Lightbringer, you travel like Quicksilver through mind-boggling scenes.
12th Jan 2012 9:49pm
Grace
:) Never verbose.
You are just. Apt.
Thank you as ever.
You say it beautifully.
Gladdened.
Curtsy,
Pyaara
:) Never verbose.
You are just. Apt.
Thank you as ever.
You say it beautifully.
Gladdened.
Curtsy,
Pyaara
12th Jan 2012 9:12pm
You write on a level I can only hope to achieve, stylistically it was captivating. The sudden outbursts of alliteration throughout the piece kept me so involved. This was truly a treat for me to read, keep up the unrivaled diction and style. Job well done
12th Jan 2012 9:51pm
David
Much honoured.
Thank you for the read
and uplifting feedback.
Will do my best sir.
Regards,
S'
Much honoured.
Thank you for the read
and uplifting feedback.
Will do my best sir.
Regards,
S'
13th Jan 2012 1:14am
a piece filled with brilliance; yet at the same time oozing with aroma of over-acting, overuse of the "word of the day", thesaurus digging, ear aching, style bitting, nonsense.... (strictly my interpretation of course) it took me to an empty place n told me to wait till u came back to Earth. your talent is obvious! no doubt! i just don't believe it's you letting go?!?
13th Jan 2012 2:16pm
CAOS737
Thank you for the read.
Well this piece was written
sometime back in a delirium.
Until DUP I never edited or
re-read any of my poems but
these days I try to go back
and try to tie the loose ends
and better it. In any way
possible.
To be very honest I was not
very sure of the second part.
But then it's just me.:)
When seen in the light of the
other of my poems this could
easily border on verbose, so
I do get your feeling.
Thank you for your time again.
Curtsy,
S'
Thank you for the read.
Well this piece was written
sometime back in a delirium.
Until DUP I never edited or
re-read any of my poems but
these days I try to go back
and try to tie the loose ends
and better it. In any way
possible.
To be very honest I was not
very sure of the second part.
But then it's just me.:)
When seen in the light of the
other of my poems this could
easily border on verbose, so
I do get your feeling.
Thank you for your time again.
Curtsy,
S'
