I drip thru the torus Teardrops from the eye of Horus Saltwater brine Twisting thru time On the sacred Lathe Of Space enTwined before us
I sip From the rushing river Lethes wisdom wakes the shiver Of ancient lethargy Sacred reveries Swimming in the lethal loam As broken Looms quake and quiver
Within the honeyed marrow Within the cherished arrows of Eros As Psyche sorts the seeds
……as she parts the lips of the Dead Sea And whispers the sacred decree As the faded dream learns to bleed
( soft wet tongue of love peaks thru And speaks truth In the shape of of You~s and Me~s)
I am.....a Jester playing on the chessboard of Space-Time...
a seamstress of dreams and a weaver of of seams
clothing the soul in rhythm and rhyme
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Thank you:) for some reason you comment is cut off so I dont know what the rest is supposed to say…usually I hear word salad used as derogatory, hopefully mines more like word soup:)
Beautifully composed and written. I have heard the term “word salad” used before but I
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Thank you:) for some reason you comment is cut off so I dont know what the rest is supposed to say…usually I hear word salad used as derogatory, hopefully mines more like word soup:)
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words are a 5 course, 5 Star Michel
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I was unaware there was a limit to comment posts. It did get cut off. It was very positiveSent from my iPhone
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⭐️🃏⭐️ sweet! thank you for reading my expressions..:::.. and glad you enjoy them!
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