strange magic (2)
Omens of a star
Portents of infinity
shades of passion
skim the surface
of lurid imagination
stretched tight like a drum
and jigsawed humanity
shimmering vibrations
undulating through
visions of reality
in a slow ...
steady ...
acceptance of
misdeeds and miscalculations
we travel down a winding path
soft heather tinged with nettles
warmth of the rising sun
caressing our bodies
and the floodgates are open
plummeting down the slopes
taking flight on hot breath
reaching into a strange magic
of scintillating loss of self
screaming anguish
and bounded release
of minds melding
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