a notion that there is a different story (though short) which defines the act of creation. |
Watching the sun rise in the pit of heavenly darkness; Swirling and boiling. a seed unravels its self In a demonic shift from formlessness to Circular beauty…it hovers, suspended in an ethereal void Haloed by a natural light Awaiting the dawn of a new poet To capture her splendor through sophisticated vibrations… Her silhouette, illuminated by the stars’ smile, Exemplifies the crystallized tears flooding her flesh The richness of nihility springs forth From the depths of atomic clumping Dancing, merging, attaching itself to a shape; Finally, the moons sister finally emerged The null and void copulated with empty space. Limbless, within the sphere of an ellipsis Where mars turned his back, to ashamed to witeness This sadistic act of perpetual rape… The supernova-ous thought of Gomar Oz Dunbar Made him snigger during these strings of unusual events… She, the unplanned the unwanted, She, with the Precambrian mark upon her breasts and navel. Once, a gaseous thought fill with desire Turned out to be the mother of man And here I stand inhaling The rancid sent of her tattered womb~ |