In the reflection, obtuse, misused, there was a mention of macadamia nuts in dark chocolate, soft pale flower petals swirling in a lake of dark dimension, and the cross-eyed comprehension was several oms removed but sacred ceremony to the mind of the confused. A sea of stimuli visual and chronical as unhappy as the lie of happily ever after, as stoic as the lone dancer pounding out the rythms of bones and dust on the crust of the heavy heavy world. Into the light and paradoxically submerged in black, slipped through the cracks and limped through the lips of the exhalation of elation, caught in the veil of the descending sky draping the beds where angles lie, tasting the tongues of wit the veil is light with holes poked through it and the sky is light with darkness drowning it.
yay! so great to read something new from ya! I loved that first stanza, seemed a bit more grounded in reality to me, I get a definitive "scene" in my head, and it allowed the other two, more ethereal, stanza's to breathe for me. again, good to see you around! come back soon
A robust cup of languishing onyx, jet piercing tantrika garlands, calls for the darshan of Kali. Dakshini devas coil, like nagas, about angelic conceptual canopies; spiraling ever southward. Past obsidian daggers, spitting lamas travel, into the gapping maw of crested peaks. Yet again, as ever starless, the body of Nuit spills rippling as expansive indescription.
Yeah, I had this revelation (perhaps misguided) oneday, due to a tiny reflection of light on a plastic bottle that light is more darkness than light. When I crossed my eyes and looked at this reflection it dissolved into a black spot with tiny dots of light in it. Really made me think.
