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0 posted 2015-12-24 05:08 AM


Your Perspicacious Sphere
By: Nadia Lockheart

*

Staring.
Lowered Gaze.
At Feet.
Dense.
With Dance.
BOOM!
.
.
Intention.
Meets Action.
Like The Crunch,
Of Sleet,
Underneath,
These Here Boots...
.
.
Moons,
Become Mirrorballs,
Violin Sirens,
Conduct,
This Scorpio Moon...
.
.
Much,
Like Butter,
Sauteed Until Translucent,
In Preparing,
A Pot,
Of Old Lady's Beet Soup.
.
.
Unprompted,
Under-rehearsed,
Breaths Flounce Your Room,
Like Fallow Deer...
.
.
Just Another,
Lucid Overture,
In Your,
Perspicacious Sphere...
.
.
.
No "Have Tos",
To Be Found,
Bring It Time,
Is Your Fairground...
.
.
Bursts Of November,
Wade Through Your Eyes,
Like Mer De Glace's,
Crystal Lights...
.
.
Back In The Library,
You Slouch In Calm,
But Roller Skating,
In All Quarters,
Of The World...
.
.
And Say,
"So Much Running,
Why Is There,
So Much Running?"
When We Could Be,
Raising Our Minds?
.
.
Syzygies,
Limpidly,
Gargle Presence,
Upon The Belvedere...
.
.
Yet Another,
Subtle Reverence,
In Your,
Perspicacious Sphere...
.
.
.
It All Matters,
Because We Matter,
No Matter,
Where We Share Our Time...
.
.
...Whether In Gabardine,
Or The Golden Mean,
We're On Scene,
Every Time...
.
.
.
Staring.
Lowered Gaze.
At Feet.
Dense.
With Dance.
BOOM!

But,
Where Language Ends,
Music Begins,
Let It Adorn You,
In The Storeroom...
.
.
Talking Enters,
Laughing Exits,
Making Music,
Of The Chandeliers...

Just Another,
Day At The Office,
In Your,
Perspicacious Sphere...

Just Another,
Pendleton Blanketed Seance,
In Your,
Perspicacious Sphere...
.
.
.



"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"

Mother Teresa

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Margherita
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1 posted 2015-12-24 09:43 AM


quote:
But,
Where Language Ends,
Music Begins,
Let It Adorn You,
In The Storeroom...


Exquisite, dear Nadia Angel.

Love,
Margherita

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