I Am Poet: Chosen by Lightning
Fire from the heavens bursts, fetus mind: Nascent light
The tapestry of the blank page – Gazing mazes
I study the composition in the constituencies of the structure
Seeing into the youth of the truth of: Being
Fire from the heavens upon the infant mind, ancient alphabet
Cipher wheels inside of wheels, thought forms of thought
An unfolding which we learn to watch in the manner of those who hunt
Materialization guiding the scribe through the unknown
The writing as sacred art, Earthbound scryers as foundations of stars
Breaking the blood brain barrier of cosmos
All things seeking divergences which lead to seeing
The poets being:
Fire upon
the
Brow. To be relayed without delay
Upon
The here
&
Now
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Cipher
Pohms
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Authors Note: Seeking to alternate between poetry and prose…
My prose forms are…
I consider them prose forms…
I learned prose from the French Surrealists…









Wicked! The wording and execution is flawless! Perfection.