Burning pinholes
into my subconscious
birthing new quantum
fields of fuchsia lotus's
exhaling a wave of placidity
to pool in the infinite tear
ducts of a unseen divinity
unraveling a murmur that
seranades the singultis
of time suspending perception
She clusters in the center
of a dying Galaxy inhaling
remnants of breaths of fading
lights placating serenity so they
may pass on in a celestial smile
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Author:
Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2017 16:35
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Comments1
Just wanted to read the first poem you published here as I'm a bit weird.
I once wrote a short story about the rise of the lotus.
It's lost now like many of my short stories.
Your last verse is incredible. But very sad in how I interpret it.
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