Process Until Whole
Beyond these dwellings of existence, and its heavenly predictions. Past chasms & phantasms, and the harbingering of evolutionary sanity.
Unbeknownst I sought, in that I should seek.
Verily the brink of parallel peaks of admonitions & admissions oblique.
What if they meet in me, Forsooth, I bypassed the etch in H un-annunciated.
Should I emancipate the pause then, a sigh would ask if not allowed to liberate in the sky.
The words need to be appetising enough to fulfil soul-food for thought.
Is that what is begot, before the ten of time trots to move narrative focus further into my story. (I would have said ‘his’ story lest third person think of it as past tense).
By all means, not past tense yet.
Taut like a German accent free fräulein on a tight rope; meaning a lot.
Verily then. D-I-S-C-O verily dancing through the point as if it were mist.
Is there is a version in which this makes sense, like the words sweetening the palette into sharper common sense.
Uncommon sense albeit.
All the words in address, as if all at once taken off.
In a tangent, they greet.
Tilting the head sideways as if to see a diamond out of a sooty piece of coal.
Or a star, out of the pattern of a night sky.
My, my, the sigh is loosening in attune.
Melody then, some hot cocoa codependency in chance.
Perchance of parlance of course, some steaming hot beverage in quatrain.
A plane of thought in plain sight.
The doppler effect in resonance like it were a satellite in orbit.
All the sounds are going that way.
But that’s not how a key turns.
Ask a dervish, won’t you, what makes a key turn?
Or rather, say when.
Alphecca - The Dervish's dish. The Gem in the crown. Constellation Corona Borealis.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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In surrender, earnest and true, lie the aspirations and overtures to virtue.
All at once begun, woven and wondered into the collective of silence’s hum.
The residue reaches towards.
All-encompassing and harmonising like gentle heart-strums.
Imbued to burn and glow, like attributes and their afterthoughts in follow.
Honed to adjudge focus’ curve and steer forward.
Consciousness dissolving and evolving into ‘morrow.
Sunlight leads the day out of the way, and waves for night to hallow.
Yonder covers the horizon like a carpeted welcome.
Impelling emotions slowly spread their notions in overcome devotion.
A river of sentiment makes its way to be sanctified into the ocean. Never the same river twice but always into the same ocean, with sighs like ever-smiling eyes and clarified into a buttered shine.
"Virtue