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Moving With Spontaneity
early nightfall fondling skin on glowing shafts from a world so blind my body enters cramps of memory ...dodoitsu... ~ As early nightfall tousles my hair prism light, the alchemy of a ceremonial parade begins in this panel of a forest like a mystic scene ~ fondling my skin…jutting from nowhere, a relay of tigers and flamingos swivel on glowing shafts in the pale dark ... I freeze. Some quick time frames away, the jungle rises with raw stirrings of wildlife; an explosion ~ from a world curving a zebra's flowing movement of unrehearsed art, of twilight spontaneity ~ oh so blind to human, mental gazes; they slide away from such calculated moments as .~ my body enters their changing symmetry collapsing in mindless trance that nothing from my eyes is ever hidden, not even the low gushing in my breath… I shut my lids to memorize the anatomy of their kind faces, those rising limbs simply estranged from rehearsed gaiety. And I seize their impressions defying the seeming ~ cramps of man’s robotic strides; yet, i cannot hold them inside this head’s waves ~ of memory , consumed with the grace displayed by creatures’ unbridled rites to its gods… I become the humble slave of divine beasts. © `~ ~ ~ ~`` *from my journal about a night safari in Singapore for Debbie Guzzi's Etcetera by nette onclaud
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