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Ink Is the Blood meal of the Tenebrous
Seeds from a well spring
Of
Imagining – Surface
Clean,
Sometimes – Most times
From
Suffering,
Drenched in the
Incense
Of spilled blood,
Entrenched – Entranced
Stellar – Sanguine
Grow
To
Become
Wine
Of
Stars
Vintage
Mirage,
Across the veil
Surface
Back
Into the veil
To
Quench the thirst
Of the universe
To
Be the nexus surface
Medium
Of the next
Verse.
Published 2nd Jan 2022
Author's Note
Although I personally do not like blood meal as a soil amendment, I felt it fit in the title, as I was thinking about how the thoughts and ideas, originating in the night, by Owls and Poets, return to the night, and create a continuous sort of reabsorption of inspiration, to dream...
Darkly.
(Inspired By LDF, who inspires me in such a way that it almost goes without saying that she inspired me, specifically her piece: "Blend".)
Darkly.
(Inspired By LDF, who inspires me in such a way that it almost goes without saying that she inspired me, specifically her piece: "Blend".)
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