The Demise of Expectation

Posted on January 4, 2013

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Pungent water falls cascade from within the heart
Held captive by graphene seams
Clots of potential expansion
Seeping
Eagerly awaiting the elusive tongue
To palpate passion’s plasma
Presumptuous of tomorrow’s vibration
Succumbing to the tenderness of now
Biophelia renders existence open
To the pull of raw expression
Consequences do not exist
The seams are magick
Shape shifting tunnels
Dissipating in a formless elixir that is
Everything
Onward into multicolored darkness

Featured image courtesy of visual krimes

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