Actuality and nothingness
slow dances under a crescent moon.
Syncopated temples rub
to siphon learned thoughts
of Hooks and Omelora,
football and Fanon,
Demythologizing stereotypes
as heartbeats trade
sanbanyi messages,
stimulating the anima while galvanizing the animus
Across a Diaspora of
carbon compounds and regal attire.
Strobe-lit wheels of circumstance grind
neon nuances and past demons
setting a stage of make believe that
becomes timeless, effortless and coy
enough to unstitch transparency
from Anansi’s hand woven kingdom.
Free is the cut rug, oscillating
shins, affixed eyes, and inner children
that rivals the astral symmetry
of ageless constellations of love.
Listening here in the late quiet
One can be quenched by old-fashioned tears
but satisfaction clamors for more…
Oneness is hungry for a covenant.
Please tell me what you think
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i am totally amazed, indeed i am in shock that i can not speak but i can mumble with my fingers, this fine-lined piece of poetry is truly inspiring! it is a diamond of a poem (a true gem that sparkles love and light) that reaches out with beautiful hands of verse, to the reader (in this case being me! hello!) in many wondrous ways. thank you kindly for sharing this, because it deserves all the praise it can get, because it is a little wonder, and attention! i thank you with all of my heart, and my legs and my fingers and even my liver and kidneys. beautiful writing!
-Selithia ♥
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