Resting behind
the twinkle in a
deity's eye
an unabashed
thought stirs
in primer,
setting a course
tour de force
omnipotent
five star resort,
of inner
Elysian esoteric
humbleness,
stumbled
fumbled on
the bumbling
mumble
inside your pith
I smolder
superlative gifts
of knowledge,
dropping
cognitive fantasies
your inner scriber
dances too
so fancily,
frantically
bobbing
head jiving
rip the lyrical
anesthetic,
take a trip
beyond the rift
to kiss the
ovum
of celestial
consequence.
- Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 8th, 2017 10:16
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 34
Comments2
To "kiss the ovum of celestial consequence", well I won't go there, there are ladies present. Great line. Hugs.
Ha ha yeah thank you bro sorry I'm
getting back so late I've been busy
This was a treat best read outloud. Much enjoyed the trip around your words.
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