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So Sublime

I pray to
mix this up

I pray to
take it higher

sublime sublime sublime so sublime
take it higher

At the altar of the self
I pour libation to the mystics
Parts dissolved, parts evaporated
Let us rise up to Diotima's chant

rounds, miseries, ending closing closets
shut slammed
turn up the volume on enlightenment
because now it's far too soft for me

This husk surely can not hold me
I will not deny it but
The world echoes back to me so I
Can't yell back

only the rhythm is neverending

Author notes

This is fifth in a series of five stream of consciousness poems that I wrote over the course of less than 12 hours.
Written March 4th, 2006

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