A new self-destructive behavior
found in purple-papered smoke,
the rings rising through the air
sending up a lifelong prayer
(for love, for life, for the end)
as All moves with the wind.
It's time to let pieces of self
dissolve into beautiful, blue atmosphere.
Out of my body's mind
seems to be the only kind
of state that's truly clear.
(It's deafening and constant,
the same noise you hear underwater,
the sound of ocean swells inside seashells...
the loudest sound in all the universe.)
Translucence, the here and there
where I can be instantaneous,
spontaneous,
more and less of me
dissipating to the dark silence
we all run and hide from,
the humming we try to drown
with the creation of sound.
What did you think
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while i don't know what it's about, i do like the imagery you use and the feeling i got from reading this was very peaceful. i especially like the stanza that's in parentheses.
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thanks
I don't entirely know what it's about either. Well, I do and I don't- it's that I know what's it's about but it was so hard to put into words. Thanks for giving it a read.
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