Tumbling.
Front to back,
Outside then in,
Swirls within swirling,
Matter coveting Nothing.
Flaxen maiden outstretched briefly,
Acrobat thrust into moist air,
Wheel spun gerbil landing.
One segment now visible,
Rolled and sucked into void.
Disappeared.
Huff,
Puff.
The seen reappears,
always there.
Heaven's spring thaws the coagulate,
Passionate red vignettes an alabaster vat,
Streams forming, speeding to Vortex Queen.
Ink dries the insufferable cauldron of paradoxing.
"Embrace!"
Wails in vacuo.
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2 comments:
Bravo, well-done dude!
Is your reappearing mind the vortex queen by the way?
The vortex is the sink-hole in the murder scene of Psycho; it leads to the unconscious, the Outside, the unthought. My mind is merely the insufferable cauldron of suffering/paradoxing.
But this is my lyric moment in the laundry-mat... LOL
They use Speed Queen Drying Tumblers, LOL
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