third eyegasm

While his multiple hands pull multidimensional strands,

he is self aware as his movements trace the air.

Pulsations from the Mother vibrate and cover

the spaces that he places his intention and embraces.

 

The spores boldly enter the mind-mandala center,

rippling along the string of androgyny and gender.

Contiguous neurons at once too timid to meet

Shed electrochemical clothing and make love in the street.

 

Let go of the belief in this human story of grief,

And recognize that ego dies with grace and relief.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

Absolutely fantastic!!! This had great imagery, and great wording. I loved the last two lines.


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