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THE PRISMATIC SELF

Contest : The Prismatic Self Sponsor : Daniel Henry Rodgers Date submitted : 19/5/25 —————- “Contests around track, contests for followers, for best tasting wine, most exquisite architectural design ~ endless quests to become best versions of Self, sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection, through which Divine can chime, new times.” Poet ————— Descend into Earth amphitheater unawakened, costumed, dire straits crows or cheetahs fellow contestants or sponsors drinking cappuccinos, reading midnight canzone, wondering about curt commenting a chiasma who are they to read awakening ——-thoughts ? prism sacred curled frond tender green, not yet erect to detect shadows destined to reflect needles in haystacks no longer feeble ….who am I to write for ——-them ? poetry incarnate as Pandora I will not regret strings and strands scribing vulnerabilities for activating minds whose ancestors raped my own enslaved them to tailor suits colonised fertile soil brute marula export to their own motherlands ~ forgiving, soul expands “Mirror cracked on white wall can you yet see Presence at all ?” “Not yet, mercurial illusions, ruling planets, memories, triggers, masks ~ abandon patterns, then come back. …writing to cut winner ribbon ?” “__No… to witness self in SuperSelf peel ego, identity, shame __” silhouettes traded glass berry beads for cows ~ today its pendulum sherry thoughts ornamented into sonnet or sestina for tiny trophy image to adorn this lifetime’s tin taste tardy shedding continues poem after poem ~ unbearability undressing, holy this irresistible urge to bare toxic flesh, blood, marrow, story before unseen mirrors offering hearers tasting reflections across etheric realms or ethnicity unfurled does judgement witness a rainbow story of aloneness, or another African sob skit still to stage, perhaps already ditched___ authenticity cares not lodict* underwrites each linear luminous wounding poetic art sucks self s h a t t e r i n g on pious page contests no more than tea leaves I need at four tea simmers, verses hatch deconcretised moths flit from unconscious, subconscious supraconscious Hera spells t r a n s l u c e n t ache floating across cosmic attunement, awake prism magnetises indigo quarks filming imperceptible demolitions, hark merkaba becomes courageous thumbprint remembering Socrates, Sappho Keats, Tolstoy’s blueprints Jack of Beanstalk cheers wrinkled thighs I materialise God’s fragmented sinew through qualia poems bleeding why bare blame stories unsung unhealed scars exposing abandoned underbellies if poetic art cannot unravel warp endurance weft neediness self-witnessing grief m o o n w a l k i n g ecstasy or remorse samba-ing regret sighing Sophia superlatives because Soul trust is Truth Exposed prism poetry immature or immaculate refract tapestry symphonies forgotten caved waltzes buried honey sours not when best dressed couplets go …unacknowledged neither does penumbra recede presencing watermarked imprints its unghosted malted destiny paradoxically integrated, whole —————— footnotes neologism : Lodict : imbuing essence of Compassionate Love, which at first seems biting, into diction by intentional embed of unseen wordless feelings, to raise consciousness frequency self-reflective question : who am I to write for them ? vulnerability moment : unbearability undressing, holy / forgiving, soul expands arena reference : first two lines mirror metaphor : conversation with mirror anadiplosis : tea leaves I need at four / tea simmers, verses hatch conceit : traded glass berry beads for cows synaesthesia : unseen mirrors offering hearers / tasting reflections across etheric worlds : see, hear, taste, feel space quotation : top of pg litotes : poetry incarnate as Pandora I will not regret (duality) : Yay ! covered all rules, despite prism emitting spherical freedom at moment poem : 400words

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