The only thing worth being
—is in awe
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
An epiphanic moment
pale dew drops clung to silky petals as
light breeze held wispy branchlets in its sway
blooms lay snug steeped in enigmatic scents,
waves pirouetting ,dainty in ascent
soon settled into ripples teasing seas
while mountains stood agape; tall silhouettes
of sand immortalised in castle shapes
bronze temple bells chimed mellific sweet tones
hymns circumambulated God's grand thrones
who poured their munificent boons across
the yearning ambience without restraint.
time bowed down to a standstill watching with
deep reverence; sky gleamed in bright azure
aligning solemnly with beaming sun.
and distant twilight slackened its keen steps
th a t e p I p h a n I c m o m e n t...
Date June 17 2017
Contest : Summer premier any theme any form max 25 lines sponsored by Brian Strand
Epiphanic jubilance as you begin exerting pharmaceutical control over your mental chemistry. You start to see that radiant joy, manic despair, mild boredom and every other “feeling” are merely patterns of chemiconeural-synaptic-firings—patterns that are now under your control. You’re the Head Mental Music Composer. And now you’re turning the broken cassette tapes of trite cover-band grunge beats into a live-blasting supernoval symphony of Mozart on crack:
Shift all incoming experiential data to a cosmic perspective of organismal meta-consciousness…Species consciousness…Genus consciousness…Family Consciousness…Order Consciousness…Class Consciousness…PHYLUM Consciousness…KINGDOM CONSCIOUSNESS!
Blast-off. Simultaneons of Valhalla perspection. Words have ceased to mean. You are now communicating directly with the laws of physics. Your thoughts are angels that fly with wings of ethereal mega-competence.
EPIC
Lives Epiphanic;
Lives are epiphanic;
Our lives are epiphanic;
Epic.
profiling the devine phallus
on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma
of arcane notation starts for that
succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder,
a green room becomes epiphanic,
the voice was gone with black sun ;
buried onto neck in the drenched earth
the age old sins will be purified
today i meet you for a refusal to place
wreaths for soft death unceremoniously in
the lethal dose for assisted end of life ;
a flame hangs like a pendant on the wall,
deflowered chaste tree, stretched unchilled
in deep wounds: it turns to my inner
eye, the voyage to anonymity of incomplete
cries of a broken dream,tody sleep not
SATISH VERMA
profiling the divine phallus
on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma
of arcane notation starts for that
succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder,
a green room becomes epiphanic,
the voice was gone with black sun ;
buried onto neck in the drenched earth
the age old sins will be purified
today i meet you for a refusal to place
wreaths for soft death unceremoniously in
the lethal dose for assisted end of life ;
a flame hangs like a pendant on the wall,
deflowered chaste tree, stretched unchilled
in deep wounds : it turns to my inner
eye, the voyage to anonymity of incomplete
cries of a broken dream, tody sleep not
SATISH VERMA
Epiphanic thoughts
Erupting violently
Odd Conceptions
Chaotically dance
Within confines of mind
Rendering indecision
Empty answers
Sallow questions
Sluicing freefall
Over bottomless precipice
Panicked emotion
Building pressures
Rasping hard
For control.
Descending
Through austere winds
Terminal velocity
This raindrop hits
Exploding silence
Upon my forehead
Calming…
My Everything