falling out of the spectrum

lingering below the radio waves
time reigns
and ruptures auras out of the fabric of the cosmos
fragile art is in time and space
where balance appears subdued
and images require nuance
allowing a whim from moment to moment to stimulate existence
go to Calypso and tell her
that meanings gyrate away
evolution in pitch-black fills futures unknown
loyal only to furtive metaphors of double exposure
know the poet by her heart,
her artistry lies in the ordering of words
blending into aesthetic negotiation
transcended into the images of dreams
details revised at the priori between time and space
that instant, tied by the transient
endlessly flowing
pulsation
a sense beneath the guise of the words
terminologies only dance,
in grammar,
they intimately wrap up the terrestrial net,
exuding furrows
from the essence of four billion years ago
the surf reverberates on the dryness of the deserts
identities, dissolve unaware that each syllable has veracity
acoustics speak slower,
longer echoes are made up of whispers and cries,
until only lament
falls out of the spectrum

Author's Notes/Comments: 

when looking at nebula through the lense of hubble only laments
fall out of the spectrum

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