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Upon the Smoke of Autumn
The words -
they connect to a fibrous,
energy infused
cosmos,
As
Clouds convene
in drifting
wing
floating -
Opening, in plethoras
of panopticon,
In
The expansion of my perception,
into the stars.
Black heart beats
meet
in chains
breaking strange.
The night is mine
and ours.
Breath deeply – respiration
Vapors:
My ambition
is to be pure
is
to
be
More
than human,
All too human.
Published 17th Oct 2021
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