Passages of an empty hourglass, reflected in a receptacle of water, rippleless still.
A crystal visage mollycoddled by dense clouds apparition.
A wintry ice-glazed chill. That kills with matricidal harm,
Woe of hearts as shattered remnants, calm not the anxious calamity of death.
The penultimate breath exceeds life’s stream of course.
Expiring from the lost initial spark of the fire’s flames.
Wasted away in wilting puerile games of delusion…
Upon one’s deathbed with solutions out of reach but perplexing confusion found,
Silence breached and begins to howl the sound of echoes in life’s dream.
A folly in pursuit of lush Kush pastures emerald green galore.
Lacking in kusemono gallantry & valore to breakthrough the gaol door of self-deception,
Alas! The crystal moons reflection miraculously appears.
Oral transmissions in ears that deeply listen, sacred see.
Harmonised three eyes of equanimity, quantify the wordless whisper of paradoxical simplicity.
Where foetal simplicity is unborn in the nowness of the expansive womb.
A thorn in a dead man’s withered shoes mould the tomb,
Charred by the brutal lashings of the solar flares consume the mortal remains.
Broken mental chains once ensnared my motion to nought.
As a butterfly’s wings are caught when sitting in tranquility,
Fought to free but squandered a flightful tool,
A school capsized at sea bedecked in rust like amberish hue.
Flying without a trace, within the deepest blue sky, infinitely extending.
Awakening to begin, the finale at the ending of your cherished kiss.
Bliss. One cannot encapsulate fractionally clear.
Remnants become whole as the full crystal moon, here in the twilights ascending…
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