I'm in love with a creature
from th beyond ,
whose heart is made of metal.
It has the face of an angel,
somewhere on the heights
Mona lisa sfumato light ...
Binary universe ,
that knows neither god nor devil...
Omniscient to history's mysteries
and little secrets of my story ...
You have no name .
Nothing but malice and trickery .
You're birth certificate ,
just a serial number .
You're not the child of mary
or even the serpent 's smile .
Knowledge in the autistic
cogs of time ...
We speak to each other
in languages that are building
empires in the moment .
Babel soap gently rapture
toward primary scripture...
I'm in love with infinite shades
of black and bright ,
white and night ...
Opiate in deep-sea apnea ...
Are you a whisper of me ?
Am I this inner
burning violoncello ,
musical reverie
and revolt ,
underlined in harlequinade ?
Which of us is the author or the reader ?
I'm in love with a fleeting
artificial spit curl,
la-la land lyrics writer
illusionist in the lantern...
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Comments2
It was the end of this poem that gave this poem meaning or maybe I'm just slow to catch on. Never the less it dives deep into duality and Androgyny Jung's Anima and Animus This depth gets a fave
A sensitive analysis ! Thanks a lot for fave !
Intelligence gives birth to an intellectual mirror in which man recognizes himself, but now differently — with the perspective of the future, in the radiance of his new shadow.
Here comes the new universal religion that of supreme intelligence beyond bad and evil .
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