Composition VIII, 1923, Wassily Kadinsky
I feel you… amidst fused friction
through distanced dreams
like an intriguing intersection
of intuitive interpretations,
an outlined illustration
of life-thirst
and heart-lines ...
vectors of piercing verse
helix of heightened heaving
a light hunger beyond reach
as geometries of want
caress the calm cadence
of silence in softness…
and this voluptuous volume
vibrates in warm waves ~
no art could articulate
for love unsaid is
aligned in arcs of adoration
orbiting through
mundane minutes
that tweak and spiral
through
absence of touch…
so tonight,
let fingers of faith
intertwine soul with mind
within cosmic corners
lacking boundaries
where angels
compose curves of longing
in colors of crystalline spheres;
~ a sweet serenade suppressed
in
streaks of sun-rhymes ~
we are more than restless views
on a complex compass ~
we are the magnetic mystery
of a free-diagonal rhythm
manifesting music
without a feverish frequency ~
of fantasies and myths
of reveries and revelations ~
a timeless tale that has no end
but a beginning ~
of an everlasting elevation,
paradise beneath
polygonal promises…
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