Orbpath
original poetryloud footfalls,
silent shockwaves:
filling an empty bowl
with air.
.
O Dubious memory,
water imprint,
fire footfall.
Sparkwaves,
ions & suns
in a full fishbowl—
solitude in a crowd.
.
Festivity of solitude,
hydrants.
slinking twister.
energy funnels coughing
dirtflecks in a half-full
dog bowl.
.
Spitting in disgust,
charkras.
mud footfalls,
waves of grime,
rage-taut thunderstorm.
oilslick sheen on the
overflowing bowl.
snow-powdered-grass
Plants in the sky
air-flowered-saps
Mind in heart
Om-mani-padme-hum
Heartmind
Tat-tvam-asi
I am that
Aham
.
I am
That I am,
Redundification.
Repetitions, dualistic
Fragments coalesce, storing
Energy high-density, hear
The tale of my path, my
Footfall, the story of
My companion, the
Empty full bowl,
My pet my prey
My self my
Nil. I
Sit
.
nothing footfall.
air that quivers with joy,
loving skyfall.
.
The trail burnt
its trace
behind my passage,
bowl become
an orb.
Written by
@d-pend
10/10/17
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