... hung on imagination like ribbons on paper lanterns, style that riddles an indirect language; a malleable story that is shaped by the particular consciousness who reads the page, goes where one needs to go, ultimately opening as many doors as possible, peeling back the layers that have encroached spirit is what the gestation of gods begins to offer. Growth. Stabilization. Negentropy. Movement. As these words are registered shouts of emotion, stabbing identification, a challenge to make sense of pattern, placement; portraits in the mind from times past. This poetry is designed to unravel, the rhetoric calls into question the settling sentiment of the false sense of self.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 22:35:43 +0000
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