| 'Ars longa, vita brevis'
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AlchemiA
| motion in sweat over-under our edges, wet | 1 |
thrumming the brain within but without | 2 |
( mind full of thunder, lightening and rain ) | 3 |
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attraction frequencies seeing | 4 |
rhythms, pulses and pause; | 5 |
drumbeat ~ heartbeat dancing around | 6 |
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sHe cried with laughter in her eyes | 7 |
and stars in her head bouncing in bed | 8 |
baking the future we're becoming | 9 |
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mutual atom smashing, we're coming | 10 |
colliding, sending into unusual light | 11 |
white hot sequencing merged into Sun | 12 |
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an entire city block falls into darkness | 13 |
slipstreaming into this black hole | 14 |
undone, where light bends toward the infinite in | 15 |
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6 Oct 08 |
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wholly hadron collider batman
erotic and lovely!
— Liliana
does it? is it? is it really? is this writing more real than a waterfall down a fern covered slope, splashing on rocks? is it, do you think? cause it reads like the warning label to a prescription'd medicine and is so disheartening that i think i'd better take a pill. :) it seems to me that it could be as real as any other living thing in nature -- a kind of para-biologicalladifurous thing, like one of those mineral molecules when they start acting like a virus... i mean, when it looks like it's living -- when it's art -- what's the difference? it's not like we're going to have after-sex breakfast with everyone else in the world anyway... i mean, when does 'other' really begin? sometimes, A, it seems to me that we have to jump in the pool after awhile instead of just telling everyone how fish swim.
— unknown
Liliana thank-you as this is an attempt to share the deep ocean of motion that is the merge of the urge inside -- we seared in the inner Sun light exploded into mutual laughter and an electrical transformer blew up sending an entire city block into night -- rubbing two molecularly bound objects together can be a breath taking synergy of light
Thanks joey/mike/unk -- yeah I see that I'm telling here instead of being the slipstream of word-music only the heart can hear
— AlchemiA
a link to this was posted as a comment to one of my poems the other day. i read it just now.
I'll echo Liliana: yes, erotic, well done, lovely.
Let me not be mistaken, but I believe I sense a female author. The poem is erotic in only a way that a female would feel-- but without being overly sentimental. y e s - It is an expression of the female mind! Something I rather enjoy to see, since i have the same floral wallpaper lining the inside of my skull
While they carry an unmistakable air of gender, the words and sentiments transcend time and space. This is indicative of a very intelligent midwife pulling words from her brain, having thunk words to fill the space between atoms, where words do not exist. Howdyoo do? Zoom zoom zoom!
A pleasure, always a pleasure to read your words.
— OKcomputer
thanks for reading OK but I did not put that link here on your Genius pome -- methinks they were making a point about my crit echo'd here as pome -- oh well
— AlchemiA
Wonderful.
— wendz
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