We shall travel in and do all these worlds

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In the head like a kick gods who bit white ophelia floating;
in hideous love-making jostle together protractedly;
like dragonflies threading! for more than a thousand years!

The evening shadows pulling faces one-armed friend.
- with a cloak of ignorance, who grin at the sky.
Has murmured its ballad on the delighted earth.
- dreamy eye towards through this horror of space.

We shall travel in, and do all these worlds
snow of rose petals and the horizon rushes
on their pale vertebrae: but endless;

Nailing them naked to the colored, in the long violet coagulations,
of sour apples pale-eyed realize in antique dramas
backwards into sleep, devoured by vermin
"Is", "is." "is" — the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment. -Robert Anton Wilson




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Wow, your imagery in here is beautifully intense. It's very loaded, perhaps overly so. I think that makes it a bit hard to follow at times, maybe it would be a stronger piece if your ideas had room to breathe. Still, it's an amazing poem, and it really gripped me. Good work.
purple sneakers



Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
— Voltaire