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Arrested in Rain
Inside of these ancient walls,
a parade of rain, a spirit
dance
of
ghost spirits,
the dross of the vision, hanging like Spanish moss across
veins
of
cosmic domains
built
in
bricks.
O Vision
The future is a fissure
from the past,
at
long last.
Make me elegant in my savagery
like the grace
in
the grass,
as space condenses into rain drops,
drops of rain,
expanding into domain, expanding in pleasure and pain.
Published 12th Oct 2022
Author's Note
[Twas a beautiful night of autumnal rain…
I was clad in black rain coat and black shorts….
I thought of how black is the color of concealment...
Listening to the music of night…]
I was clad in black rain coat and black shorts….
I thought of how black is the color of concealment...
Listening to the music of night…]
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- Edited 13th Nov 2022 6:45pm
12th Oct 2022 9:58pm
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12th Oct 2022 10:00pm
13th Oct 2022 10:44am
Indeed... Very clever I might add... :)
Roaming around in my black Calving Klein
writing robe makes me feel like a Cenobite... :)
Thank you LDF...
Roaming around in my black Calving Klein
writing robe makes me feel like a Cenobite... :)
Thank you LDF...
14th Oct 2022 9:53pm
I love how you dressed your vision of reality in natural imagery. Autumn is my favorite season and rain is nourishment to my soul! Thanks for sharing.
Mundus
Mundus
15th Oct 2022 2:15am
