Kaleidoscopes...

A kaleidoscope of ancestral memories... Bold habitants of contrary... Hemispheres... Two minds...

Tell of absence or what it is to arrive...

Neither lax imagination, nor Philo of mind...

Bringing forth... Upon an unfurling scroll...

Altering parallels...

Give me a wall of mortar and stone... Surrounding this betrayal... This sin of flesh and sinews...

Lashed and bound with a thousand ropes of nerve and bone...

Hollow logs nurse an inner child through wintry dark nights...

Between twists and gnarls of papery trunks their shadows...

A poignancy of present degrave;jacirc; vu...

Climbing to beguiling illusions...

A shimmer of ambient stillness...

Heldfast...

Fondly embrace...

A place of solace...

High atop turrets, vistas of a Winter Palace...

A tapestry of galaxy... of mirror stars... Within pockets of universe...

As if a misty crystalline lens could reveal a further... a qualitive leap... caressed tenderly by delicate rhabdom of a holon... Passed velvet drapes of cosmic clustered diamonds... To a point beyond the Dark light of void... Before the Observer...

Seeking for Truth and Wisdom...

In its Absolution...

Equivalent concentrated into a lack of clarity... For it always was and forever will be...

Unconditional in its ineffibility...

The Locus of a Point...

A Spark of Light...

The beginning of self...

Oscillations of Primordial feminine whorls... Imprinting us in body and soul...

The security of eternal beatitude...

As Life receivers, not Life itself...

A languid harmony of spheres...

©misty .

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