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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lost in gravity’s pull, unleashing are iniquitous racing rot, obscure entities rush through, connecting the dots pilfering, extracting inventory, my intestines in knots distant incense fumes a conscious canopy, petals wafting open-air, I sense an antediluvian forest, aflame, circling there Gazebo’s trapezoid holds captive, naked, probed and jarred A sceptic- doubting Thomas vanishing, broken in shards fragments of glass banishing, misfit mosaic alters as prey Trembling colors my core stripping to bone greys, stumbling over intercranial eddies, whispering “This is not an SOS fortess” I lift my listless body from off the whitened Kalli bench rest, mustering up brawn to leave this camouflaged spaceship gaining is the exotic and final trip escaping shades of jade and eschewing a repetitive rot at last, rejoining the existing world’s ongoing ellipsis—living dot dot dot Let me share with you a shrilling moment, one I dreaded most. 'Twas another beautiful summer day, and a visiting day, at the beach steps away, the Lake Shrine. The layout an inexplicable charm, monks in saffron and garnet tinted robes draping each body, had welcomed me. I must have been aligned with the stratospheric, a nefarious nebula inside the meditation gazebo, I thought inviting and safe. Past mistakes had laid heavy in this dome, this world a jungle, pent up nerves generated, nerves stretched taut. The line inked about intercranial eddies who seemed to have spoken to me, was most difficult to pen. As a child hungry for the opaque curtains of mystery to be drawn, in which 'lamplights strange to these eyes', within my late-night shadowy bedroom, appeared. As an adult I seek answers, therefore removing the line. I’ve always been entertained by mind's photograph, I reflect upon. The Gazebo I Am Anaya 2/22/26
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