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Making Love
Making Love
When ritual crosses
into the sublime,
the symbology resurges,
transmutes,
and recompiles
the elements,
configurations,
and identities blur.
Who
and what we are
becomes
our how
and when
and why,
and all the questions
lose their grasp,
in favor
of our merely being.
Ontology forgets
to study,
and the melded remains
become
a driftwood sculpture
on a sunrise shore,
along the shifting beach
of dreams.
When ritual crosses
into the sublime,
the symbology resurges,
transmutes,
and recompiles
the elements,
configurations,
and identities blur.
Who
and what we are
becomes
our how
and when
and why,
and all the questions
lose their grasp,
in favor
of our merely being.
Ontology forgets
to study,
and the melded remains
become
a driftwood sculpture
on a sunrise shore,
along the shifting beach
of dreams.
Published 9th Jun 2024
Author's Note
Whispering to your special place....
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9th Jun 2024 6:21am
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15th Jun 2024 4:35pm
This is the poem, fuck the build up:
Ontology forgets
to study,
and the melded remains
become
a driftwood sculpture
on a sunrise shore,
along the shifting beach
of dreams.
Holy fuck that image is crystal clean.
Ontology forgets
to study,
and the melded remains
become
a driftwood sculpture
on a sunrise shore,
along the shifting beach
of dreams.
Holy fuck that image is crystal clean.
15th Jun 2024 9:23pm
27th Jun 2024 9:03pm
