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Of the Daily Dream Déjà vus In Recurring Leitmotifs... & Their Forever Ageing Feltness
they first paint thin, and
pale... over and over again
ploying as precursive coats
that sirens as pachydermously
trumpeting upbeat rambunctious
echoes... daring pretty enough
to dauntlessly throw down
their monotonous gauntlets..
for a free~ radically let out
rhapsodical sinuous wavelengths..
that collogue & converse as
characteristic accentuation
of their inherent earth tones
to the digging anew surreal highs
further lit up in the gathering
steely darkbluing viscosities, as
bioluminescing fire~ lanterns- a
rustically primal derivative from
the sultry~ dusk in pregnancies
...in densely petrichor~ laden
glooms that
inevitably gush~ outas straight~ hitting
precipituos bullets in clinical blooms, a
clearing- off feat.. of the tiny dotting
feathery cellulosic whiteflies... afloat as
fairly~ dusty omnipresence, as if in an
ever~ gheraoing the dampening sappy
Octoberish monsoonal hazy~ noisy airs..
to an immediate
emboldeningly elevating macho~ dragonfly
canopies, dropping by often in a sensually
kissing stickiness over the drippy branches
and, the sensorially
transmutative airs are in an alchemy.... tasting
of unimaginably delicate sensations.. in a
conglobating wholesomeness, rounded off
by the lasting astringence wildly puckering
in a heavenly needy climactic thirstiness...
added with the basal tingeing in crystalline
saltiness sprinkles..
spread over
the four distinct~ distantly varying collective
leafy herbaria~ substratum, in an almost~
senescence… selflessly lend their ageing
canvases.. of a deadly blinding & burning in
metallic chroming pyre to literally, the killer~
blaring saffronic patriotism in outright
offerings
(devoid
of the naked~ cloying neon nights of ulterior
political frequencies.. blinking naive in baited
mascaraed~ thrown nets of a trapping smarmy~
slavish pecuniary business...)
of a gracefully~ serving
the feasty~ festival maturations.. tribally
drumming aloud in simultaneity, the core
Chaos..
this Our coming of age, One
Ageless Love, in a harvesting
manifest ever...
Published 9th Oct 2020
Author's Note
#85 #ERULGCT.. Robonoid xx an SOC, an endless dream dejavu.. this now
simply feels 'the' feltness.. the Destiny of Love.. in Manifest.. in All & Nil.
pic: web
simply feels 'the' feltness.. the Destiny of Love.. in Manifest.. in All & Nil.
pic: web
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9th Oct 2020 9:00pm
Love serves both chaos and order. It is the ultimate energy that begins life and destroys empires.
Beautiful write, uma.
hugs always,
buddhakitty.
Beautiful write, uma.
hugs always,
buddhakitty.
Anonymous
9th Oct 2020 9:22pm
Need to watch out for the bad lentils in the sand ;) Love how light sandwiches the heavy. You create a lexicon of eternal love. Me xx
11th Oct 2020 8:51pm
It seems to be such a gloriously intimate and divine symphony of beingness, such music in your subtle stirrings, triumphant crescendos and ultimately denuding arrivals to a harmonious vibrational oneness. You are incredible.
11th Oct 2020 10:11pm
Like that first moment when sitting zazen and the "self" suddenly becomes very BIG. Breathtaking poetry uma.
🙏 Harry
🙏 Harry
