Clearing all Debits and Credits

I owe you a crimson-spark-shaped poem; for

Lacing my scent with your heady presence and

Opening me to metaphors of transcendental passion that

Volcano shimmery delights through my papery veins,

Enticing me to leap beyond all crescendos of faith.

Jigsawed from the same origin, we are

Intoxicating, invigorating chunks of star stuff;

Gathering in the folds of our radiant tides and ebbs

All of the Universe’s ancient and nascent

Ramblings of souls who once loved

 

9 Comments

  1. Anyone behind the handle, The Scrawlyst, has to be a writer:

    “Opening me to metaphors of transcendental passion that

    Volcano shimmery delights through my papery veins,

    Enticing me to leap beyond all crescendos of faith.

    Jigsawed from the same origin, we are

    Intoxicating, invigorating chunks of star stuff;”

    You just stirred up all types of inspiration within me. Thank you.

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