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Creating a Glimmer
Between dimensions
echoes unfold
into whispers.
Anti-realms
with
planetary potential.
In this darkness
dreams carry more weight -
the mind is freed
to create.
Imaginations vomit
supernovas of thought
into existence;
such a
sweet stench.
Inroads
to souls
are connected like constellations
and paved
with a pen.
Behind us,
ink puddles
link the future scribble
to a memory.
Cohesion.
Awash in completion,
these words
dribble
down my chin and
glimmer.
Someone still has regurgitation on the mind. Loved it! It sure is "such a sweet stench" (oxymorons on the mind too?).