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WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE

Sponsor : Justin Bordner WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE Where Love learns no more two serpents crawling twine one midnight black another luminous wizardy white entangled fanged bedazzled circled by ultra violet rays ultra red Sun the One swimming in beet orange mint mix elixir eclipsed quiver quenches wreathing writhing thirst as cerise petals silently fall, crumble dust to dust Here howls no blackboards or whiteboards no koki pens pencils erasers or paint no school bells ring no Buddha gongs neither singing bowls no teachers gurus masters or internet, memory, miles history or futuristic dreams nor Rumi poetic recitals or even Gabriel’s angelic harmonic frequencies In deafening silence they slither slide thrust open skin on skin shedding translucent spirals spinning black imbibes white aglow glistening melting moments all else dissipates two serpents exits explore where Love has nothing to learn but adore God appeased appear emits lochia, soar observe serumed gyrations entice enchanting narration they remain darkly sage silent shimmering sop slippery slip illustrious dip into hidden slivered silver cords hanging themselves naked new wheeled throats bleed askew Then from vulnerable bellies delicate moths emerge flutter one by one become butterflies flit making mauve milk pixel pinprick serpent eyes lightning shoot first branches of Tree of Life moot ~ an ethereal nightingale tinkled appears, trialed trigger timed two serpentines transmute into dancing flames free stepping out of shadows into silvery sematic glee grace winged they disappear into hymning hyacinth Sky outlined in gilded lyrical lore divine In beckoning belly of Creation L o v e has n o t h i n g to learn

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