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amoebic minds of noisy pollutional mutations... absolves unto the Silent. Absolute. Truth: LOVE
august mercurial sunshine's an
intense powerplay of switching
degrees & unheard postures in
deadening twinges & brilliant
tinges of a slyly thievishness...
pretty d a n g e r o u s l y
of its quintessence- 'the sunniness' rays it rains...
with sudden sweepy shadowy p(l)ays it swapper sways...
cheap irony. timing the timeless Shakespeare,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,..."
you see.
the scorching nonplussed 8ish sun this morning ... much after
the nascent silken dawns were in a hurried nowhere self~ cannibalistic devourment .. as
if yielding, only unsuccessfully, to its own devilish desirousness of the so- in- becoming, the
elusive dawns of the slotted sorts- those impossibly early & ringing untimely, the 3ish sacred
chanting dawns of first lighted crop in stillness invisiblities of steely blueb(l)acks .. to the
difficultly diffusing crackline hatchoiuts of a kinda illusory setting in palings..just enough to
delineate the massively curvaceous fringing horizon... & but sailing fast unto the b(l)inding
inevitable majesty of the bursting bulbous metallic fireball~ sun overwhelmingly of bloody~
streaming in invincible lighted Truth...
batting huge & high, those
darkly twilight's owling silhouettey continental canopies drifting swift.. morph as day-time's
calculatively~ wanton hopscotching black papilionid king butterflies... masking the full-blown
irises at close~ range .. only to be wiped off to a clarifying lightness... a spacetime~less clairvoyance...
buzzing infinite tiny mealy whitefllies over the awaiting traffic~ less skyblues,
as irridescent stardust messengers in a revelatory spread, the sun- blinded starry eyes
drink in fully fulfillingly... unto the sun, the
only sun . now.
silence... of this spectacle
is beyond any impression..
or its deliberate branching
inventive tentativeness
tentacles much in vain...
b e a t >> b r e a t h e >> b e c o m e
b e
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