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A Moment In The Abstract
call it what you want
intrigue...fascination...infatuation
to me it's the unexplained..
the manner in which you get in tune with your intuition
the way a lost man can suddenly find himself at world's end
swirling down your Calypso's abyss
Davey Jonesin for your mysticism
where worlds collide and words coincide as
Venus-Earth-Mars
we meet somewhere in the middle
showcasing artists in the nude
riddled with antiquated aches and seismic pulsings
deep diving into the inkwell..the pitch blaque of it
spilling esoteric..spelling out spells through raw sentiment
emotionally charged..waxing rhapsodic
high glossed in poetically saturated melodies
as we indulge fine dining here
at the abstract cafe
let me fill in your blanks
pour you another serving perhaps?
taste my nuances with no chaser..see if they're to your liking
i'll keep writing as long as you remain open
to the curvature of my verbiage
be my one stop shopping
cuz this is a non-stop thing for me
the final destination is just one journey after the next
that roams inside your labyrinth
dedicated to pulling the muse from out your pores
one molecule at a time..one letter at a time
using countless strokes of the quill
to nudge your nucleus
to ART-iculate you
to etch n sketch your quintessence
until it fits the mold i have in mind for us
displayed openly as an exhibition of exhibitionists
pasted against the ambiance of a picturesque panorama
highlighting my incubus. .your succubus
smothered..simmering between sheets of opaqueness
telling a tale of heat seekers rising up the Fahrenheit scale
with yearnings burning ink as the midnight oil
til nothing remains but the smoldering embers of
two trailblazers outlined in greyed chalk
the obsidian dust
that is the shape of our poetry
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