Dark Fills Spaces Left In the Light
Supernovae scream
Across throbbing vastness
Leave like gifts of heaven
The impossible tears of Kali
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Weightless without
This tar-dark matter
Heavy heartsore
Like anger or love
A little goes miles
Smells like acid-burn
Like thunder
Saddening, wizening colors
One pinch of facing fear at a time
Needs my touch
Like clay on a wheel
Or it is formless stuck
Like amber waiting for a fly
The Paint Not the Picture
Racing to my right hand
The hand of God
Third hand clapping
Blind eyes
Brush against divinity
Greys not dull or dingy
But the smell of sunrise seascape
Mist and pheromones
Red not dark like power
But the taste of money
Copper in the back of my throat
Blues not simple or cool
But dank city sounds after
A hard ice-ragged acid rain
Filling indiscriminate cracks
Strong atoms leap from my palm
To the brink of illusion
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Light Fills Spaces Left In the Dark
Invigoration
The smell of clean rain
Tugged from invisible
Protons electrons
Packing particles
Like snowballs
Warm buzzing electric
Form understanding function
Sparks transmute
Inert probabilities
Synapses fire tinged
With braided chakra light
Echo shakes the wallsÂ
Consuming distance
What once was beyond
Is now outside in
Breathing symphony
From the melody of us all
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