Chutes & ladders of pulsing light
Wrapped in flannel white
Soft
Transparent
Ethereal fragility felt
Impossibly delicate
Mechanics of design sublime & bone-china-fine
In this quantum pocket of night
Cradled & held in soft apricot light
Beyond the scope of this gather
crawls a maleficent force
Intent on the rip & tear
Baring down with ropes of pearls, baskets of emptiness
And the sharp cut of destruction knocking, knocking ,,,
At once . . .
Finally :: i am AWARE
. . . of the magnetic awakening
Found in the paper-thin cooing of small things
To feel it all churning, grinding, riddled & intent
As an inky slickness looms, spreads
To know, see & feel the bitter-root of Mephistopheles
and to warrior that darkness
With the knowing purpose of starshine
Well, here we are.
Shielded for a brief spell
A brief captured spell
Here in this Oz-curtained human truth
Rest, nestled in this winged sureness
Stay
Sleep
And may this tangerine veil linger forever between ...
May the tangerine veil linger indeed...Oh Susie, you are shattering bad things and putting up good ones. Good one.
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