he wanted to engage with raw creation
his feelings like roses fell on the snow,
petals dripping, scarlet, evoking tsunamis in his veins
of the unconscious forces, buried deep in his heart
he fell into the snow, letting his hair grow out of the roots
and branches of the unveiled cavern reached out to him, taking him in, like honey.
he breathed, words with no meaning and meaning with no words
and his arms collapsed, his legs collapsed
he sank into himself
bursting out of his lungs
his ribcage
his chest
like a treasure refound
in his breath
full of life
alight with fire. he flamed, caressed by the wind
of his breaths
coming from the depths of his lungs
seas and oceans turned into ice
to burst into stars of crystals, billions of them
flying towards him, his fingers guiding their path
and he let himself soak it all up, again.
the potency, vibrant and exhilarating,
of his inner flow crushed into him, waking him up
and he cried, longing for the hug of his dancing self
again. he'd take himself in his arms and kiss
the man he's become.
he only has mirror and the skin of his palm
so he sits by candle flame, dating with himself
a humble dinner, he eats, rich with unspoken wishes
spellbinding, imaginative touches of his dreamy self
he swallows the moments, trying to catch the song
of his hidden notes, playing behind his ears
he's reaching, hoping to find a hand
but all he feels is a wall echoing back
all that, everything, hidden, again, behind his mind.
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4.1.25
i typed 4.12.24. my brain still hasn't done the update.
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heart beats
Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
