to the deliverance from the fog
to the remains of a sacred sex
& the conspiracy of heartfelt panic
to the pop culture rebel
to the heroic reflections
of our dreams
& the wretched cats
who tilt their eyes
on the wings of a
forbidden planet
to the reversible side of fire
to dial in to the discovery of zero
to the newborn enterprise of
lassoing our superstitions
to numbers
mind is nothing without absence of mind
& the tranquility of meaningful noise
& the wrinkled position
& the swelling of the gates
& the soft encumbrance
on the journey to white noise
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awesome!
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Thank you so much!
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This makes me think of the much philosophised connection between sex and death.
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That’s an interesting observation. Thank you for giving me some valuable insight into my own work.
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A perfect & infinitely fantastic retro-future deja-vu gem shining with the unexpected but already known. For me, this poem seems to celebrate the pure joy of ‘surprise’, of the subconscious feeling before the conscious can compute, categorize, and benumb… In other words, it’s like your own shadow that suddenly appears revealing a whole other world existing alongside.
Adiós, guapa señorita!
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Thank you for the kind words, Pablo. I am a firm believer that the best and the most satisfying poetry is spontaneous, not over-worked, and not fully conscious. It says a great deal about you that you are able to perceive these nuances. Thank you again, mon cher, for the feedback. 🙂
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