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th(i/u)s [densifying] nothingness

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that which was thinly expected

vanished in dashing off tracks

and that which was held desperate

was taken off in lightning brusqueness

those unsaid words from your

still (why so?) steadied eyes…spewed

silenced outbursts of coldening heaviness

unto this yearning soul black hole, streaming

inner with infinite molten suns…such

obligated rigidities

of a compacting vacuum, this

cosmically amoebic destiny

in a chaotic gravitating enigma-this

as if a fatally magnetic

pain-precipitated perpetuality

pic credit courtesy: Kimberly M. Becoat, Absence of Subjection, 2013. Rice paper, stones, mesh, acrylic and twine on paper.

the pic link from an interesting article here at http://www.e-flux.com/journal/79/94158/all-black-everything/

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and .this morning’s showered ‘sign’ gathers up to a ‘shiv’er(drumm)ing midnight heart’s thandav

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the radiant ripples in mirrored mergence…ahh, the flawlessly palish to shimmering yellows of a picturized peeling wall’s conceiving ‘sun’face decked up with endless freedom feathers

digging them back from this deeply-stirring indigoish midnight abyss to [how] magically~haphazardly resurfaced like stitched aloud as if seamlessly synced zillion racing horses and ploughed increasingly hard to be tucked tracelessly in holed brusqueness of graveyard’s silence and but to be pulled out in needfully tumeric-dipped holy threaded immediacies of thunderous frequencies in cosmical echoes ripping this suddenly much-throbbing alive ‘hide-n-seek’ bosom apart in vivid vulnerabilities …

[its of all and just ‘you’]

fully seems a foretelling of an awaited needful chaos a beautifully bleeding crisis

love in motion in realization

after eons of infinite wait, my Shiva

p.s: video by self, this morning 08th dec 2017

and .this morning’s showered ‘sign’ gathers up to a ‘shiv’er(drumm)ing midnight heart’s thandav

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the radiant ripples in mirrored mergence…ahh, the flawlessly palish to shimmering yellows of a picturized peeling wall’s conceiving ‘sun’face decked up with endless freedom feathers

digging them back from this deeply-stirring indigoish midnight abyss to [how] magically~haphazardly resurfaced like stitched aloud as if seamlessly synced zillion racing horses and ploughed increasingly hard to be tucked tracelessly in holed brusqueness of graveyard’s silence and but to be pulled out in needfully tumeric-dipped holy threaded immediacies of thunderous frequencies in cosmical echoes ripping this suddenly much-throbbing alive ‘hide-n-seek’ bosom apart in vivid vulnerabilities …

[its of all and just ‘you’]

fully seems a foretelling of an awaited needful chaos a beautifully bleeding crisis

love in motion in realization

after eons of infinite wait, my Shiva

p.s: video by self, this morning 08th dec 2017

an earthen brown elephantine dawn rings prophetic in an endless sync…

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elephantine dawn
in close-knit velvety trunks
slip eventual from a swollen silence
to serially twitchatching secretive drums
in anticipative accelerations
over arched ivory tusks poised in swordfights , slides smooth
along planked iron thighs and upbeat nails
in impressioned embeds
over splattering rich brown ironic slurries
of rising sandy clamorous dusts
with the claying down drizzle paradise

fuming afternoons
ooze a hottened humidifying vacuum
frothing inwards the filiformed fig leaflets
to almost touching benthic ecstasies
in a swirled convergence

bright lit october’s waxing gibbous moonface
is beyond ripening tendencies
in weirdly veiled exposing contours- a translucent
half-squeegeed melange phase of rainkissed
glass panes and of drenched nylon drapes
from the lusted hits of ploying dusks and slanted twilights
in unsurpassed yet untraceable blinked escapades

eclectically webbed dream contents
from thematic elephants of her nascent dawn and some rustic
anthologies of his previous prints
echo soul synced prophecies

her mutable airs breathe unto his
springing fluidic h2o universes

pic: web, @ Mark Greenawalt Art

this ‘one’ birthed radical unto the daring daylights, with eyes of molten suns and pasolini spirits.. ends your rotten blackened era

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that ‘one’ molten moon-like sun
and ‘a’ spark, this diehard pasolini
spirit in possessed grips- are not
some bygone ‘ones’ of expired

yesterdays in sepia’s suppressed
surrogate dreams, rather slightly

a greasy stigmatic layered ‘paaladai’
still radically stuck from their
slimming silken floatative skins: this
‘a’ countryside’s divinely conceived
teurgoule of meditative severities

it, this destined ‘one’, sweetsourly
haunts in birthing contractions
kicks its way out of ‘a’ kaliyug’s
rampantly blindfolded nepotistic
hierarchical unculled networks

to ‘a’ cried out clarity of streaming
daylights, this child this ‘one’ who’s
breaking free of shackled clutches

whatever long ‘the’ laid out complicity
matrices, these tracherous nexuses

Pic: Web, ‘Re-birth’ abstract art by Delawar- Omar

better untitled than my usual longrunning taletelling ones, as young and innocent purehearts get crushed by the soulless ‘you’

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morning beauty datura’s
milkwhite gramophone smiles
seemed today
astounded to comatose
mutedness as if they

desperately prayed
for irreversible deaths
from chemburn breaths, with
their dreamt
faroff calmer universes
in those glazing stillgazingeyes

deafening decibels and choking smoke

were no chimes to their fading
trunks-

thinned swannecks
suffocating in morbid
swansongs

-that pleaded to self-plucked
heroic submissions like swadeshi
Bhagaths in pronounced sentences by you
the conquerers with ‘divide and rule’ alienating
mindsets of the plundering missions

meanwhile, the artistic sandy ashbirds
that ever straight-dived into merriment
airs with lightning elegance
were

contemplating
forever deep-plunges
into nowhere of the
elsewhere worlds

and children played around unknown
of the lavishing toxicities

with difficult laughters of the kind
that echoed a lost paradise’s
paralysed crops of the last kind

#pic: web, michal mozolewski art

your wholesome welcome in holds of fissioning meteoritic hits.. sets in an unsaid alchemy of our fusioned vanishings

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its that splashing tidal salt aberrating sensations

like randomly maddening goosepimplicious
spreads over famined skinnish scapes hung out
naked in toungefull porosities

that was in the asking need this moonlit
night in trembling solitudinal strings , like an
inexplicably rippling clayey pools in rapturous
crying
that this wild wide-mouthed flowerface does
in tearful silence of the corner eye’s liberating
rains

wholesomeness is not an enough word
with its hitting seasalt fragrances
over nostrilicious cheeks
and the flavoursome fleshy emanates
of a fusioned facade

dissections and deconstructions wouldn’t
have strongholds
when your molten mysteriousness magnets
pulls me whole inner your whirring blackhole

 

 

pic: web, #RuthBrownlee art