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You will know me when my face is as night:
determined depths of patient space combined
with endless eyes of radiant starfall
atmospheres pierced with my passion's fury
you will know me by my fervent body:
limbs propelled by virtue of creative
fission; no nuclear reactor here--
a zeal extractor generates my suns
you will know me as my mind conflagrates
escapes its metaphysical prison
crosses the ageless void, light years journeyed
so you might see my luminosity
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This flows..I love the last line-lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like the first stanza especially...
ReplyDelete'...endless eyes of radiant starfall
atmospheres pierced with my passion's fury'
Lovely.
Truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the flow and found it uplifting.
I think I know you.. :)
ReplyDeleteNice write.
Ah, a companion piece at least to my weary sun... I loved your comment on my blog :)
ReplyDeleteThis is filled with stupendous images and a glorious choice of words.
Excellent imagery!
ReplyDeleteWay kool. A sharp piece with a soft underbelly. Big words too, good thing I read some. Great job. Refreshing.
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