Squaring the Circle

A brightly burning flame, a malleability of elements,
tide into tide, current into current, the oneness of all
that is congruent, fluent, fluctuating, destroying/creating,
the tide of us turning into the explored doing the exploring.

Tongue transmitting signals of the unending down nerve endings.

Swerving scribes, inscribed upon flesh, saliva that is alive.
Flesh that is fresh, an air that is there-towering in windows of stone.
Screams of dreams deemed so in flooding afterglows of know.
All dissolving into an all, having a propensity to intensity-induced awe.

Where your tongue leaves trails of sugar cubed flesh: Best.

Delving ever-down, gazing-up, maze into maze, a craze/induced/craze
All that we ever craved, written in epics of the cosmic, where stars are orgasmic.
An uprising into the skies – Edifice of a precipice of pleasure…

Down into an abyss of us – Encircled in circles that continuously circle:

Spiral Eyes.

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