Eyes

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: October 11, 2016

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Imperial gradience of moraine turquoise tightly frosted upon the ink of beauty. Needles of birth threaded through a Halo's canvas, as seeds already blossomed, confined into details of a script written by our sight. You can see! Open your eyes!

Birth
 
A fractured crow with a dying dance, paddling in stale pools of sinking water; streams pacing through the throat in tributaries bedded with soft flesh and eroding skin, delicate and fresh in radius of the air under the bowers of Carrara white scraped with the colour of light dictating the wind...but my mouth is warm.

Blink 

Senses of facism kneeling under Iris - praise! What a god! - unchained and disillusioned, the Sun arises from her molten slumber and burns such chains naked, shadows in a cave. Under these sheets of stained ink, observe the strands of cotton and see you are the sheets of light which encompass your sight; the imperial sun is rising...

Blink

Whom ever has casted this shadow of obscured perfection and these sharp emotions which run down the throat of the mind, filtered only by resistance, let the revolution of great inspection and the idle man's madness commence- see how all patterns slither with the wind, let the tears stream from your nudity and see how they crystallize as they fall and clink into piles on the ground...collect your worth.

Blink

(not yet finished)


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