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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: August 17, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Rob Carmack Quote“Let there be no boundaries. When you lose all sense of self, the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul” - By Rumi *********** I sipped from the calyx of core delight, a dusky elixir steeped in dopamine’s effervescent whisper— and the world, erstwhile mundane, became a chatoyant tapestry of evanescent truths. The walls sighed slightly. Not in the metaphor arena— They throbbed, aquiver, With a sapphire auric touch, each brick is a doppelgänger. of some long-lost self. My limbs, once velvety, turned to lissome vines waltzing through the horizon of lush lagoon reverie. I was hungry for meaning. but found it a chorus of voices, amorphous, shapeless, a palimpsest of pastiche and prophecy. Time fractured— a pavonine shimmering spilled across the sphere of memory. I beheld my joy, blithely besieged by the clamor of disorder, and still, it twirled. with emulous passion in the cottage of my marrow. Epiphany hard-won not as a blaring trumpet, but as an aphonic balm— a murmurous susurrus in the riparian streams of my noetic flesh I was not ontic, but rather an iconoclast. I was both an iconoclast and dear. both amort and zoetic, a rubicund speck in the celestial glow The collective noosphere surrounds it. The mind— that winding maze— offered no panacea, only a twist of insight and its evanescent brightness. I beheld my nemesis. in the mirror’s moiety: a charming crone, disheveled and tenderly smiling, Her gaze was soft with weariness. Her voice was gentle and silent. And I understood— Awareness is winnowing. a desultory dalliance with the unutterable. To behold is to dissemble. To feel is to effloresce. I emerged. not healed, but imbued— a scintilla of the sumptuous, a fleeting felicity in the halcyon hush of the waking world.
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