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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cosmic Ashes Being gone, as the light of the stars A ghost illumination in the witching hours I, abhorring the interstellar sex, wait To expire from this ‘home’, Through wind and rust. In little specks of ash and dust, Dissolving from my minion of mind Out from the skin of imprisonment The fading ripples of adoration, Like everything of matter, drift to die In an illimitable empty blackness, Far beyond the conceivable cosmos Astral Ashes The astral mind scatters Harmoniously, With the falling meteors As Eye enter this scorching Earth Though wind’s oblivion. Words die in ashes. Feelings, crumble Through woven smoke. Ablation, Lay me unearthed And so the luminosity exists her Inside the nebula of Eye Binary illusions desist me Apastron, Suffer me to singularity Her fantasies of Eye Plague the sunken Waters of her nostalgia Timeless empress, Birth her astray these shadows When Eye filters through the clouds, Recreated, stripped of dark matter And I fall on her shoulder as rain, Will she recognize my touch? Earthen Ashes I. The smoked breath sways In the astronomical wind, Through burning words Exhaling to reconcile This broken amity Eye opens up my head With suffocating fingertips And lets out all of my sighs. Oxygen flows in and fills, But without my brother My fingers are gloved still, Holding on to a cigarette, That’s been ashed to the filter II. I swim through my father’s ocean Exhausting through the same waves The inherent spawn of a drowner Boards the seeking vessel of being A birth of a beautiful creation Earth, love her nativity, Be gentle in her growth May her self never be sought and waters shallow on her heart When she knows who Eye is, From creator to created, Let the wind carry these ashes softly away
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