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suck my dust
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Astronomical Poetry
my character
is imprinted
onto blue steadfastness
transient singularity suck my dust
my consciousness is only atomized lust
and now, I will work your imagination
heedlessly, indulge the voyage navigate to the destination
the challenges of complexity
renaissance of metaphysics
is there sense beyond the flesh
in the hell you already know
burdened with smoky clouds of reddest ink
feel guilty again
there is no aura here
know, that I am just a pagan
Oh, that ring of phosphorus in its eclipse
blow a kiss into my sarcophagus
part the night sky
as I explode
from the
grave
Great read and a good
Great read and a good poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Why doth he beatest us
Why doth he beatest us with: Why doth he beatest us with thy nightstick so? He might makest me hateth if thy dusting not so aglow!! Oh 9inety, thy passion!!! My sarcophagus doth overflow!! The scent so delectable!! Like a fibonacci words sew!! ;-)
Really loved:is there sense beyond the flesh
in the hell you already know
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "