34 Terra Moon Arcs Assimilating to 36.. a quintillion first steps in all vectors of a sphere is where i feel my inner clockworks unfold as dry-ice subliminates earnestly i reveal my precious datum, unfurling, crewel-work of hyper-dimensional antiquity present in this, to you to me, with concern that inexpressible cosmo-mythopoetics will break down in language short-circuiting lingual hyper-ribbits this eternal ephemeral euphony of euphoria ethos of my face before birth etched into eternity a concentrate of Om vibrating in me hissing sidewinder known as kundalini zymurgy the iconoclastic imagination hypo-hyper hypnotic consciousness my forte', to grease the loom of infinite realities tickling the floodgates of the Source this last time around rotation in samsara with no more re-incarnation left I endlessly wandered the impotent fury of suicidal breaths inner-time is relative, henbane fugue sexing the ecstasy of death in asylum corridors an esoteric method sow and ye shall reap belabored obdurate era with each spasm in death's embrace psychic ejaculations of despair impregnating unknown futures isotopes of SelFoolisHerOmens these pains to bear mitigated for a time some superficial bloodflow coloring necrotic layers of who i was grafted to the smothered trill callings traipse onward butchering my innards coalescing with virulent tryptamine nightmares masking fatal prognostications with truculent ideals foreplay of demise spiritual rape broke me in trance-possession state-- --a psychic snapped her fingers waking me from caustic fog as i lead my body self and soul to the guillotine’s lair catching scent of the maniacal decay of this embodied parasitic demonous predator nauseating to the core deceleratedly resigned to witness fully a razor laceration second primal wound into my nucleus from which gushed forth all sense of self and soul while i damned myself in mobius loops unforgiving of my own unfolding wake of agony now 34~ moons have arced— with each one, 4 element based dressings fell off my wound the tidal inrush of original face has formed me in the forge and atop the blacksmith's anvil the deepest dressing on this trauma coming off, dried secretions crystallized, appearing as chintz laced with dew of cosmic consciousness nursing from Devi's breast as i am pushed from her womb once more glistening with amniotic acumen two mirrors placed against one another reflect into dual infinities— the center between is godhead original face here i om here i nature here i imagine here i try here i live here i trip here i joy here i pray here i flow here i cry here i lust here i cut here i die here i see here i laugh here i feel here i love here i share here i sit here i grow here i sex here i dance here i touch here i meditate here i native here i fail here i journey here i draw here i bond here i suffer here i shapeshift here i wish here i listen here i be here i am here i was om nama shiveyea spangle of trident metallic chimeras cobra poison nectars LSDemure, nebulous mystical footsteps rejoiced in forested knolls acorn and cherry lattice beadwork umbilical chordate of dreams..... . . . ...even odd unbalanced harmony retarded wise sacred and profane noble and depraved imperfect perfection young and old hedonistic ascetic less and more UNITE! ATONE! FUSE! DESTROY! CREATE! SUBLIMATE! ASSIMILATE! RESUBLIMATE! REASSIMILATE! REBIRTH! REDEATH! EFFORTLESSLY UNRELENTING! Alpha right, I am woman, night Omega left, I am man, day diurnal meerschaum ideologue I am human living in the median before day and after night Niobium yoke of the Bardos inverted transposed excised a periodic table of dimensionhood outside of Brahma’s breathe after death, previous to birth vistas of lightning's shadows flash-burned with each nimbus inhale of life, loves, and entities my own apple of Eden the cerulean tundra lotus assimilating glaciers like fungi pollinates with alien-glyphs in space in void my spores drift onward silently along aquiline atolls transmuting transforming sustaining long after my cessation and before i was conceived nothing lasts but nothing’s lost tears in emptiness endless stands of ageless arbor vitae babbling brooks of everclear divinity polishing solar wind faraway inertias at home in welkin and waveform gesticulations curling, folding, meta-magnetic fields into these eyes compassion rolling boundless down my cheeks
A full cup, each stanza a poem in itself. A wealth of images and concepts, feeling a way to the readers understanding. How can someone respond in full, without meditation on this poem? Quite a rich tapestry.
I really like it, but all the big words make it seem like it's trying to be too smart. Great work though, keep it up.
