Maendering,
Snaking – Reflection!
Twas a rainy day in a desert (lonely character). Dunes soaked with tubular tapestry -- yarns like
a wire, threads like liquid beads (cartographer
of desire). Cosmic whisper dispersing a cloudful of petals across the hooting
wilderness (my maps, that phantasmagoric
wizardry of corrosion). An ink drenched day deafened by a reverberating
echo devoured by whirlpools of its hollowness (germs, not disinfectants). Twas a rainy day in a desert (i am a criminal). like phunk.
Twas a day when the cosmic ocean kissed the seabed (my eyes are an oneiric collision of orbits).
Kiss like the eye of the cyclone breeds coral reefs covering dusty vastness
with the bud of interstellar void-tissue (tho
wha!). It spreads over the valleys bathed in dry foliage, hills dreaming of
a blanket sprinkled with a reflection of the forestry constellations, meadows
fantasizing of an indigo driveway, ghosts of avenues waiting for spectral
facades to populate them with memories of shop windows mirroring the lampposts
growing from dry branches disavowed by leaves (manners first, for fuck sake /
come again?). like phunk.
Twas
a plush bud biting dusty empire with its acerbic breath
(whoo-hoo, little one!). Octopus sovereign indulging in the opulence of blissable
boils decorating its vapor tentacles (its
smoky aura a memory of midnight flowers dance). Each boil a mucous bubble universe in its own right (kiss of slime,
thought of snot-brook mischievously meandering through a gentle grove). Simmering
beige foam drying as it outpours through gelatinous membranes, turning into
soft powdery particles drawn toward an imaginary focal point—a valve opening a
tunnel whooshing with the dictum of the centripetal anchor (like phunk).
i like your face of thousand feces / i like the
shadow of time on it / i like the dream emerging from the shadow’s vaporous
aura.
(do i know it, tho). choose : YES / NO.
i like your eye flashing the trajectory of hourglass
to the oceanic wilderness inhabited by heavy dunes / sand of desire, wind of
bead wire / webiered / maps of
remapping : language, not L3tt3rs.
***
kessenem
/ pleazy.
Verily.
The
air brooding above the streets. The cold performs its antiadhesive function. A
layer of vacuum buffer separates that gaseous aura of the city from the facades
shrunk by virtue of the abrasive subzero tyrant. Everything is hibernated in
that spellbinding corruption of warmth. Everything is detached from its part in
weaving the map of the cityface (maps of
remapping). Everything is deprived of the point of contact with the invisible
protective cloak. Only through those secret tubes does the space snaking around
the buildings breathe the whisper (yo
hourglass cymbalness). It travels along phantom oceanic avenues, curves its
way through the cobweb lacing the branches, bends between irresponsive shop
windows, swings underneath indifferent lampposts. It spills pearly sparks over
the oneirdom paralyzed by the harshness of the night.
Twas
a night that robbed from the city the memory of its face. The night that stole
the node of the summer from interstellar tunnels. The night that devoured the
image of the indigo carpet with its whirlpool of a mouth cavity (stir the enchantment). The tar conqueror
muted the milkishness domineering docile grandiosity of the table dignified in
its central position guarded by mighty pillars in the midst of the stately
castle (yo hourglass cymbalness). The
shadow of the summer hidden in the frozen foam encrusting the immobile liquid
crystal displays. Optical fiber cable of desire, wire of secret nodes. Pearly
beads sparkling along those quiet trajectories (purpleorange is its middle name). yo hourglass cymbalness.
The
nodes that absorbed all the tales saturating those days like eons, nights like
an ink empire. Tales of angularity, tales of quirkiness. Instances where meet
the glistening spine of the waves crowning the steady flow of the old river,
kiss of the forestry constellations, and the smile of the – reflection. sunshowered.
***
kessenem
/ pleazy.
Verily.
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