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Vaulted Constellations
Every word has it’s thorn,
Opening wounds of consciousness -
In the self examination
Process
Of
Poetry
Bleeding in symmetry
&
Silence,
Simultaneously
Set into
Sound
Made, when nobody
Is
Around
In
An arboreal surreal
Scene
Of
Touch
&
Feeling into such
Seeing
Of
Installations
Of
Vaulted constellations.
Published 6th Apr 2022
Author's Note
Well...
I literally saw a flash of light in...
The depths of my mind.
Like a pixel in the depths of my mind's eye...
And I instantly connected it to the idea
of "every word has it's thorn"...
How words... Or the usage of words,
opens... [Portals of light]...
And these [Portals of light]
can become constellations...
Illuminating the dark night
in guiding thoughts...
I literally saw a flash of light in...
The depths of my mind.
Like a pixel in the depths of my mind's eye...
And I instantly connected it to the idea
of "every word has it's thorn"...
How words... Or the usage of words,
opens... [Portals of light]...
And these [Portals of light]
can become constellations...
Illuminating the dark night
in guiding thoughts...
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