anorexic anti-angels sway in willow traces
tracers racing as bodies writhe with incorporeal grace
flowing faces cannot grasp names
escape so quickly in this pulsing neospace
ephemeral exorcists carry keys to kingdom
every beat of the drum is a tectonic shift
flowing outward from fingertips
brushing electric air
reverberating incandescence
an orgy of movement, (oneness)
join the fray with hopeless abandon
to dance beside pyre
is to burn in the fire
a corpulent touch, synchronous
watch a God particle melt
into impossibly small bottom quarks
That go up,up,up.
emotions discordant begin rhythmic chant
death, life, sex, joy, fear, hope, sadness all intertwine
rapture grips as heart hammers blood into mind
crowded symphony of shifting exultation
a sight worthy of Bacchus or Dionysus
to feel whole again
madly in love with neon ghosts
it’s all in the wrist as embracing widens a smile
embarking on a finite journey
over an infinite mile
so much to do, so much to see
just like Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.
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I loved the sense of movement!
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Thanks so much my friend 🙏
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A great descriptive and philosophic piece. Love it.
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Thanks Dwight, I appreciate that 🙏
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You are welcome!
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