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The Tear or The Fear
What exists in the composition of a tear in the light?
As the sun spirals in the spaces of death in wire mesh
Metallic chakras
Bursting in pin holes like the souls of childhood innocence
Lost in a complex of levers and pulleys and misappropriation
The only lesson to be learned is absence in a multitude of forms
Redefined as the thought process transforms in institutional whites
The given softwares girt the leviathan in courageous demigod postures
Shattered and scattered
Rowboats in smithereens of artificial manufactured mundane matrixes
Placed in the space of height and depth
Your heart or your mind exploded
And you just could not differentiate the difference in the face of endless
Who’s to say who is a menace
Who’s to say that the living are the dying and should be lying
In depths that flip through endless pages of dirt and grit
So much to ask of one body and one mind and one
Something in the distances of forgotten
As trains rattle the tracks
Diffusing in thoughts
or memories
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Published 19th May 2021
Author's Note
Thinking about people.
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- Edited 18th Nov 2021 8:45pm
19th May 2021 5:37am
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20th May 2021 5:22am
I love how words exist in multiple dimensions, and how you, R, can see so deeply into things. You inspire me!
That is an interesting thought... How much the rain knows... They have, after all, proven the cellular memory of water. But then, often the things that they prove are and have already been known.
I had this thought once... "Space capacitates the origin of the lightening and the rain."
What if tears are the lightening and the rain of the space of the mind. As above so below... Oh yeah... I must pursue this... Much love to you R... Greets!
That is an interesting thought... How much the rain knows... They have, after all, proven the cellular memory of water. But then, often the things that they prove are and have already been known.
I had this thought once... "Space capacitates the origin of the lightening and the rain."
What if tears are the lightening and the rain of the space of the mind. As above so below... Oh yeah... I must pursue this... Much love to you R... Greets!
19th May 2021 3:54pm
Were you drinking wine while thinking about them? People watching is one of my favorite past times. Before Covid, I used to drive to places where I could watch them and write, i.e. - coffee shops, book stores, cafes, the park, museums ( one of my favorites ), and so forth. To observe the energy wax and wane of their comings and goings; to witness the reactions of unheard conversations, and so forth.
A person can write a thousand stories from observation; and ask a thousand questions more.
Very introspective ink.
A person can write a thousand stories from observation; and ask a thousand questions more.
Very introspective ink.
20th May 2021 5:25am
Oh... I do love your style...
Such an existence we have been given... Painting on canvases insides of canvases inside of canvases...
Thank you for the comment which has resulted in more introspection!
Such an existence we have been given... Painting on canvases insides of canvases inside of canvases...
Thank you for the comment which has resulted in more introspection!
