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Out of the Swirling VortexOut of the swirling vortex, a stream of semi-transparent matter spins like a gossamer ribbon. It tessellates in the cosmic breeze, shivering in excitement over the sheer magnitude of its existence. It hums gently to itself, the vibrating of its shimmering strands building into a clear and joyous cacophony; a soaring tribute to sentience. The undulating wisp of consciousness is so preoccupied with its own existence, that at first it does not notice another shimmering warbling strand of being, flagellating through the cosmic cytoplasm. The second bundle of ethereal energy twines itself around the first and serenades it with the knowledge of their coexistence, causing the first to fluctuate with intense joy. To become aware of not only its own existence, but also the existence of a fellow cosmic consciousness, is almost too much ecstasy for it to handle. The two thrilling nebulae of sentience are quickly joined by further gyrating threads of awareness. They soar and dive, coalescing into
Cherry BlossomsCherry blossoms, vagabonds in the night,
They kiss me with their dewy lips, inform me of my plight.
All is not right,
But it is the end, now goodnight.
Remus' LamentReared in the dirt when the Earth was young,
In the cold clear air of an age begun
With the warm rough edge of a mother's tongue,
When the ancient songs were not yet sung.
Ode to Remus hark the cry,
Underdog, decreed to die.
Hewn from the stone when the land was new,
Giant-carved in veins of blue,
Stones of power strong and true,
Razed to the ground by me and you.
All that was no longer is,
All that's hers is henceforth his.
Slain by the stroke of an ivory hand,
Deceitful stranger to this land,
You mark them with your fiery brand,
And lay the rest beneath the sand.
Beware the god who walks the earth,
He'll sell your soul for what it's worth.
You've killed the brother, lost the wife,
Left the garden and lost your life,
Built the ark in the name of strife,
I am the king, you are the knife.
But who am I to reprehend?
I'll neither pardon nor will I mend.
The Romantic CynicI've done away with rhythm and rhyme, those constricting, miserly cane-wielding grandfathers.
I've done away with life as art. All I see is drab and gloom.
I've done away with social ambition. A solitary existence is all that's worth living.
I've done away with being clever, and I won't rhyme that line by saying "forever," or anything.
I've done away with light and sound; they befuddle my head and agitate my heart.
I've done away with all but you, for love is a disease that has purged my body of any feeling, thought or emotion I cannot share with you.
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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