Untitled XXVII

In the ICU totally hooked up, head turned to the side watching porn on the monitor as the lighted dot rises and falls in and out of nothingness. Is that tightness that feeling of blacking out the belt tightening around our throat as death pulls hard and rides us harder at the same time. Hahaha, did we look over the edge before being drugged down from the wall. Tight work big sis, you really open our eyes Lady

"Clutching on final phantasm." Another illusion is the way I took that line.
Excellent.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

squiggly
lined heartbeats
and a hearse.

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dear Eerie
my first introduction to your inkwell
and i look forward to your archives

a warm smile
silent lotus

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oh to be so near the end of the challenge.
That final stanza is stunning.

This poem titled "Untitled XXVII" evokes a sense of longing, loss, and the fleeting nature of memories and dreams. The imagery of "magnetized metal" suggests attraction or attachment, while the "mostly blank slate" hints at the potential for new experiences or emotions. The reference to "squiggly lined heartbeats" and "a hearse" juxtaposes vitality and mortality, perhaps reflecting on the fragile balance between life and death.

The imagery of balloons "whisked away in the wind" adds to the theme of transience, emphasizing how easily memories and dreams can slip from grasp. The questioning tone in "Do you have stolen flights of fancy..." invites reflection on personal experiences of loss and longing, highlighting the universal struggle to hold onto fleeting hopes and aspirations.

The imagery of "stepping off cliff side, bound for greatness" conveys a sense of courage and determination, despite the uncertainty and risk involved. The poem ends with a poignant image of clinging to "one final phantasm," suggesting a desperate grasp for something intangible yet significant.

Overall, the poem skillfully captures the complex emotions associated with memory, longing, and the passage of time, inviting readers to contemplate their own experiences of loss and aspiration.