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Ghost Drift
The cut is acute -
Slashed fast,
No time
To conceptualize
How
Everything dies
In
The essence
Of
Senescence:
Just the haze
Of a maze
Of
Stasis -
Like
The ghost song
Of a black
Swan -
Broken neck
Hanging
On
In the ghost current:
Drifting
On.
Published 16th Feb 2022
Author's Note
Poetic response to "Frozen Beauty" by LDF.
(I have grown flowers, for quite some time,
in a variety of circumstances...
I have always found there to be
something, deeply philosophical about such activities.
I find nature to truly be a
book and a language, to be deciphered.
Sort of like... Crystal gazing.
When you gaze into a crystal
and begin to see and hear... Things.
But yes...
Tis a strange thing to cut down a flower
whilst it approaches pristine.
It's like its detached from
it's organism of sensorium, without any time for self reflection.
And... Being connected deeply,
you feel this... Ever so deeply.
And then... If you do it whilst in the "dark period"...
That is even more heavy.)
(I have grown flowers, for quite some time,
in a variety of circumstances...
I have always found there to be
something, deeply philosophical about such activities.
I find nature to truly be a
book and a language, to be deciphered.
Sort of like... Crystal gazing.
When you gaze into a crystal
and begin to see and hear... Things.
But yes...
Tis a strange thing to cut down a flower
whilst it approaches pristine.
It's like its detached from
it's organism of sensorium, without any time for self reflection.
And... Being connected deeply,
you feel this... Ever so deeply.
And then... If you do it whilst in the "dark period"...
That is even more heavy.)
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