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Mz. Vantablack
{ she waits and waits
til it's her turn to churn
the intestines }
^^^^
there's no quit it seems
as the Sweet Inspiration patiently sits
cozy upon her darkened throne
between cerebral slits
nestled in the fissures of the mind
givin out enigmatic fits
shadowing thoughts
igniting the wit
causing verbs and adjectives
to split dimensions
got the tongue wet..moist
ready to spit in all directions
the quill ready to spill diabolically
channel the will
mash up the red and blue pill
mad scientist style
get high off the violet thrills
as purple reigns seismic
chills run up and down the spine
like a child at play
encapsulated in a moment in time
such joyful evanescence..
with voices fleeting in echoes
words skeeting across the page
heart beating up the chest cavity
inner gravity collapsing reality
blood heating up the fahrenheit
reaching foreign heights
it's never-before-seen-footage
in neo-graphic expressionism
senses hop-scotching
from peace mode to beast mode
watching beauty roam both
ends of the spectrum..
flirting with so many shades of grey
holding sway over my right hand
holding court inside my sub-conscious
before the perverted gaze
of my hung jury
igniting this scripture's fury
spreading uniqueness of insight
that incites this call to duty
faithfully answered
as eye rise to the occasion
of she who gracefully nudges the soul
and riles the passion
in her one of a kind fashion
Published 29th Jan 2024
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30th Jan 2024 5:02am
This is so haughtily beautiful in the element of time it has taken you to reach back into your achieves and redecorate your canvas with a meditated ink spill; I like the cosmic vibe of this, please enjoy the remainder of your evening.
30th Jan 2024 12:27pm
