Open Poetry #44 |
An Indescribable Excavation |
PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Great white rapids rush past my fingertips; Deep pools of clutter tangle thought. Mists of flavor toy with my senses. Eyes flicker, they’re burning out. Pulses shock organs. Music dampens our activity. Into a slow, gentle sway. Past a state of consciousness, Through the barriers of reality |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Indescribable, but your attempt is very poetic. Love, Margherita |
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Raindance Member
since 2009-02-07
Posts 120West Coast |
Hm, this is interesting mind travel. Is it meditation, because of the excavation in the title; or the state a person would be during attempts to be returned to life? I like it! |
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