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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "50 Words for Poe: Temporal" "Labyrinthine mind within chalked bones of cranium lies the vestibule and shrine of broken sacraments - absent Advent, Pentecost and an "epiphany" solely lacking The All Divine. There She lays like Iseult waiting for Dragon's tongue Black night eternal immersed vanilla amoeba floating ectoplasm transmuting in time there, keys will be found like broken pearls opalescent holding court in spectral brine and barbed-wired encircle her cobalt Amygdala marble heart the stolen sacrament kept in crumbled pieces adorned in rust of blood and essence of crushed soul breathing slowly dark opium bradycardia perfume of dead violets within vaults of The Caged A Stone Temple silent no breeze suspiria de profundis where doves hearts are kept bleeding on Ravens tongues to speak of riddles, lovers and dark palindromes Dammit, I’m Mad! Was it a Rat I Saw? Do Geese See God? mulier est hominis confusio Melita, domi adsum" ...She finished writing up her report, and thought, “best put on my gloves” time to get to work. (LadyLabyrinth/2019) https://youtu.be/75yNi054KqM "Temporal Paradox" “Ah, reader! I would the gods had made thee rhythmical, that thou mightest comprehend the thousandth part of my labours in the evasion of cacophony.” Thomas de Quincey “All is finite in the present; and even that finite is infinite in it's velocity of flight towards death. But in God there is nothing finite...Upon a night of earthquake he builds a thousand years of pleasant habitations for man. Upon the sorrow of an infant he raises often times from human intellects glorious vintages that could not else have been.” Thomas de Quincey, Suspira de Profundis “I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.” Thomas de Quincey, Suspira de Profundis https://youtu.be/_Bt-vZ7OO3w Low - Gentle https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Latin_phrases_(M) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Persistence_of_Memory https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_De_Quincey "Suspiria de Profundis” https://www.gutenberg.org/files/23788/23788-h/23788-h.htm
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