Sensation moving into itself
Whispers of a gaunt empire,
Fumes of some cyberpunk oracle.
floral print in carbon and silicon,
blood-orange light of noon eyes closed.
wearing the robe as it
sprouts from the loom.
Dust of the scent of departure,
Petals on the trail-shriveled youth.
the silken hood drawn back,
unseen lips purse:
serpentine majesty.
Promises made fervent by magma,
Dusk with its glacial decree.
mountain mycelium,
roots the rocks grow:
feeble infinities
of marrow.
Reverse progression
Inverted firmament
Taking the heft of footsteps;
Thought-body of sky, a heinous fiction.
the ground is an ocean of cloud
in the spark of a thought
in a deity's web of a heart.
Embossed utensil
Devouring aplomb of a diner,
Strokesmith in flavors of fire
And ash distilled from the coarse
Texture of temporality:
Signet of the sun.
the luminary
fabricated from verdant urge
to bring a lie to life,
to breathe life into lichen.
lichen into smoke into sky
into space-whispers of dust
and empires destined to die.
Poetry
Written by
on 5/19/18
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Fractals by
JanRobbe
.1 — "Hex / Polynomial v3" [cropped]
2 — "Space and Particles 2" [monochromatized]
3 — "Holographic Interface"
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