Wednesday, October 21, 2015
I curled myself up into a ball at the feet of the veiled one.
In the palm of my hand, I held a question.
The silence gathered itself to answer, and then burst into a dark momentum:
a sphere, spinning unseen and yet sensed viscerally, a condensed immensity, a spring-loaded spiral, which cascaded into a flash of fractal rainbows, visible to an inner black-light, and then evaporated from the field of my perception.
Thus leading to the birth of more questions.
I let you go, but you remain where devotion lingers with leaf-curtains drawn; and dreams gather in pools of verdigris; where c...
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