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Pleroma
Our telescopes revealed no empyrean
curious eyes wandered through the dead interstellar depths
dwelling in the faint light of distant stars
gliding like cold gusts of wind
whistling the bristled reeds of our catechisms
We carved saviors from birch
and sculpted marble idols
deceased deities
emblems of stiffened superficiality
shimmer our shrines,
their images onerously ornating
our molded mandalas
We inhale the cadence of rustic resurgence
through a tube tied to a golden disc
suspended with the amethyst stratus clouds
westward winds spill the serum
as we unwillingly wobble out of our ritualistic degradation
Our image ripples through the celestial canyons
eternity looms above us
inhibiting the stratosphere
the nearer we go, the more vividly we recollect the
tumultuous tundra chill
that accompanied our divorce from our pleroma
our antidote to the omen of cognizance
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Shiraz Bautista
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