From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   a galaxy inside a human eye   
   a galaxy cupescent and discerning   
   through powdered jeweled spark of human yearning   
   explodes mind's universe into a lie -   
      
   a cobweb spun of insolence and truth -   
   a cobweb bled of bundled hope and fear -   
   ensnared a soul - and tore a vision clear   
   ensnared a soul - and culminated youth   
      
   delight of live and innocence of true   
   achieve consistency of fiberoptic cable   
   that leaps across the Mendeleev's table   
   to spark the light through every me and you -   
      
   a moment springs to life and weaves to bliss   
   all timeless springs that were ungently shattered,   
   a breeze through misty caves of time and matter   
   awakes despondent scrutiny of Is -   
      
   a fairy plays beneath a dragon's maw   
   discerning eyes of logos never see her   
   for symbol grates and fears it would deliver   
   a glance that scorches essence Dull and Raw   
      
   the word begins and spins a seamy spell   
   and savagely remembers to deliver -   
   the seed sprouts forth and is a sweet don't-fear   
   inside the cozy darkness of don't-tell -   
      
   a who will rise at dusk and start to cry -   
   until a what returns to which's lair   
   to kill the when contained within the where   
   to strangle how with an ungentle why -   
      
   to smash obstruction with a clanging door   
   into quintessence perfectly inviting   
   through bursting fire and ecstatic lightning   
   a gunning powder of the world-what-for -   
      
   a world not of what-if but of what-could -   
   a world of gushing thoughts that move no turbines   
   as quantum haze of whirling bits determines   
   a passion burning and misunderstood -   
      
   a world of think that's not a world of see   
   where logic shatters like a crumbling mirror   
   that if intention only made it clearer   
   would flow with perfect nothingness of be -   
      
   through nearly-deads and almost-never-borns -   
   through fragrant clever and despondent ponder -   
   through shady knows and inadvertent wonder -   
   through words that cinge Forever on their horns -   
      
   through crystal skein enfolding fields of stars   
   through nebulas of heart's incessant rhythms   
   through incandescent scrutiny of schisms   
   through turning points that mark the life like scars -   
      
   each minute's spell impaled upon a crux -   
   each blueprint raging storm-like in the ocean   
   to flow through filter-mind with seamless motion   
   to Morph all screaming Matter into Flux:   
      
   to resurrect from Lymphic Gashing air   
   pluperfect life that was not fully made   
   to form of foam and fire unbetrayed   
   the Venus-seed that consummates despair   
      
   with skin that melts and sublimates the sky   
   with consummation of all thought and habit   
   with mind that is too thoughtful to inhabit   
   the murky inside of a changing eye:   
      
   a lightning strikes and sends the waters fuming   
   a lightning strikes and scatters stars awry   
   the cloud recoils again and heaves a sigh   
   that only thinks its darkness all-consuming -   
      
   but in the depth the soul resumes a spark   
   that coils and boils and bursts into intention   
   and struggles through the darkness of convention   
   to weave the essence toward a question mark   
      
   to maybe so that batters and deceives -   
   to maybe no that sits on treasure markers -   
   to maybe be a perfect misty darkness   
   impaled on aimless synergy of ifs -   
      
   on consummation of the be and through   
   on sounds that fly in smooth and swirling motion -   
   on incandescence shattering emotion -   
   on moments far too tattered to be true -   
      
   on moments far too gorgeous to be present -   
   ob moments far too potent to sit still -   
   on moments that spring numbness into will -   
   on moments that are spindling and incessant -   
      
   on moments that are gentle like a breeze   
   and rageful more like a volcanic fire -   
   on moments that mix present with inspire   
   and set the future sailing on high seas -   
      
   that leap across a timeless arctic shelf   
   to overthrow the tyranny of never -   
   to kill the soul's deceit and to dissever   
   the hideousness of thoughts that murder Self -   
      
   if but to seize such moment by its neck   
   and let the treacle of the sun completely   
   expunge the poisoned sting that indiscretely   
   erodes its soul into a crispy speck -   
      
   if only but to grind into a dust   
   all that is unalive and unforgiving   
   and pour it through the filters of the living   
   into the all-consuming grave of must -   
      
   if only but to boil into a tea   
   the jasmin past with cafeinated present   
   and let the rainbow, elegant and pleasant,   
   revive and consummate Infinity -   
      
   if but to scald with Restless Timeless Hands   
   the Inadvertent and the Undeserving   
   and let the passion that is always burning   
   instill a heart that always understands -   
      
   if but to live like constant bursting flame   
   like an interpid and explosive thunder   
   that leaps in syllogisms of restless wonder   
   across the restless I-am-that-I-am -   
      
   that weaves like spider through a petal heart   
   with filaments untender and inviting   
   electric nebulas of sudden lighting   
   that cinges souls and burst facades apart   
      
   to polarize into a now and hence   
   from which springs forth in Now the apparition   
   that brings the knowledge-seed into fruition   
   thus to agglomerate to Circumstance -   
      
   to tap into the cosmic of each stream   
   and let it gush torrentially toward solution   
   across the pattern bled to destitution   
   the throbbing voice of an abandoned dream   
      
   that steals its soul and drapes it with disease   
   that steals its nerves and pours inside obstruction   
   that hopes the grating lard of its instruction   
   would be enough to clatter eros into grease   
      
   still knowing of the lie that is in-built   
   still knowing of what underlies the reason   
   still knowing and aware of this treason   
   warping the mind forever into guilt -   
      
   still knowing of the grating skein of lies   
   that hides the mind inside a womb of fear   
   and warps the gloried new of every year   
   into a "why does sun still even rise"   
      
   into a yes but build on this deceiving   
   into a yes but me is really not   
   into a mind that splinters into rot   
   each time it bursts athena-like to living   
      
   into a don't you ever dare you to restore   
   the glorious passion that the heart can feel   
   into a don't you dare to see the real   
   for everyone is broken at the core -   
      
   into be gentle to retain the coils   
   into be silent lest you spark into a fire   
   the essence that is known to inspire   
   but is now buried under toxic soils   
      
   into a make a fear your basic center   
   into a make a life a theorem thereon   
   into a call this structure Babylon   
   and scatter human reason into banter   
      
   into a code that from start to end   
   is skein of lies desiring to dissemble   
   confounds the judgment and with each new amble   
   composes prison further of one's head   
      
   a skein that then grows thickness of a knee   
   and places mind upon a horn distorted   
   then dully bashes straight into the forehead   
   with a rock-headed lie of this-is-me -   
      
   to cinge these lies and spring the passion pure   
   to cinge injustice still and let the light   
   flow with a perfect essence of delight   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)