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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750

A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.

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#1087835 added April 23, 2025 at 12:20am
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Vacuii In Orbiting Spaces
Good Night Chair
Molecular time-space personification in hypothesizing theorem

Between 7:48 and 10:21 P.M.  time in this space
ceased to exist — though…
momentary recollections of two times, when
four paws and eight pounds of furry black catapulted
upon the blue cotton covered legs,
whisker-rubbed the rubber-bracketed, red tablet edge —
and twice more,
energy thrusts launched the blurry rocket
into tan fiber spaces, as shadows’ mystery kept creeping…
and long since the sun lent light through wide, clear pane
before mental awareness did re-arrive
consciousness displayed as 60 watts overhead,
still burning strong.

Working with assembled alphabet into descriptive words
in dim void, just right…displacement commences.
In sanctuary, ADHD freedom, ping-pong memory
with white returnings. And as yet, all To Dos remain.
In her repose came remarks I still note, about sighing…
that I stop noticing, once meld — in this, somehow?

Past three, one to two hours more eked, I lift,
cleanse, resubmit to a vacuous King-sized bed
adopted by them. So content,
their eyes don’t shimmer in tonight’s gallery
to see gray, one-dimensional depository between
one, two and three…placed just so. I find
void space in our unusual atomic-bonding —
a tangling furry-flesh-cotton-amid-cotton structure
upon Sealy. I lie across the division lump, angle
right calf-foot over bed side, pillow
gathered under neck beneath what’s starless…
and — not disturb slumber-some amid accepting friends.

2024 Quill Awards Finalist

He who is and isn’t, & yet…my inner Bond. Brian, to be precise. Not shaken or stirred.

I’ll figure out breaks, punctuation, theorem expressed in concisest terms, somehow, re-engineering my poetry with the artful science of editing. Who said the two couldn’t co-exist? Haters??

And you just believed them?? — some anon sitcom, as yet recalled (our third medium component added to brain-oven-meld.



Holy Grail of Myth stays the Excalibur.
 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚

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