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~”Sometimes (~All The Time), a cigar is (~NOT) just a cigar..”
And when he said this…
Freud just (did he?) put himself
in an absolute simplicity (? .. Noo!)
.. (why?) far away from his very own
symbolic connotations ever.. (yes yes, that is it!)
of a juxtaposed reality (hmm, it does sure!)
or an ever digging dream
that screens to its lucid fore..
its own deeply hidden cryptics
for long.. in its shining reveal
from the moulting layers of
the subconscious (ahh true!)
whatever.. now feels
this typing tok tok tok
clucking sounds
( as if
the emphatic each stamping
horse feet in the thrilly racing
a ground not too sloppy moist
nor cracken dry as parching.. )
..
steadily yet pretty messily
rolling down.. gluing forming
the black pawns of a fonting
p o e t r y
an an absolute ASMR.. ( no?)
that now added with the maestro’s musical
score on the background ever .. is doubly in its
(this crazy ASMR’s )
serpentine spread.. from
this a lightness birdy buoyant crown
afloat midair in an invisible suspension
of a delicate tendrillating.. a rapid
freeness
running down the flexing ballerina spine
freed of its long sterning brittle rigidities
..in an emboldening liberation .. of
an emulsifying hot volcanic rimmed ears
in an almost a blasting burst .. yet such
now held with~ within
in its so secreting fertile tensions .. by
a sudden ooze .. a pouring in supercritical
‘literal’ mind fluids.. with solidly frozen
true ancient fonts & scripts .. thats in
a mingling merging chaos of the cross
wiring in.. a riot of senses .. in a rarity
synesthesiac bloom.. as a norm now
what it finally boils down
is a wide soothing expanse of a lukewarm
plasmic palette in song.. an orgasmic opera
dancing lucidly in an astounding
thought syncs—
with you, such far away..
with those living~ dead~ alien spirits
in a cosmic calling - a leaping invisibly
the coded beyondness frequencies
& with unknown those of the far future too
again the Freudian complexities
dictate in a spell… to confuse & centrifuge
beyond recognition
this mind ..
this mind, that which
is (NOT) the crowning
point of (a not so) peak..
(in its such easy- a
platonic plateauing permanence .,)
( I say of the peak .. yes peak
the One point that crumbles
all your such freaking theories
causing a ravaging mind havoc
in a sterility plane of these so
clumpsily crawled, these miscreated
slopes & lopsided plains of an arid
barrenness.. so irreversibly
in a pernicious brokenness
yes you see those shrunken bodies
with bloated pothead .. sheer machineries
trying in a shearing that One peak)
as One point of Absoluteness.. beholding
the Truth of Oneness .. a bittersweetly
paining bleeding .. fertile realm of…
l o v e
so human so natural so ethereal..
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