Inward dirge, humility’s mile…
Mantric disdain, recalibrated
for insanity, a congeries of bone
and flesh where then hatred
dwells; Cords of frazil – twisted
ruby liquorice – taut, icy ribbons
transporting choler; Systolic
tensions reverberate in echoic
pizzicato, timed percussions for
this soul’s requiem in æternum;
Quiescent imprecations chivying
volatile verses into concussive
choruses; A self-mutilated mind,
cauterized by vajra, tends toward
transposition & discombobulation,
misplacing threnodies amongst the
keening notes; Pages upon pages
of tablature obfuscating wide,
vanilla eyes, as pupils weaponize
soporific songs into mental torpor;
Serenaded by a reflective elegy, an
amalgam of evidential awareness
and ebon conclusions, he’s reduced
to ashes, dispersed by lamentous om
art: by Eric Lacombe
nicely written, felt it as I read
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Thanks (:
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❤
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i’d like to say “show off” in the kind of complimentary / teasing way i make compliments
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Go ahead then. And I’d like to say, “is a bird showing off when it flies?” as a teasing complementary response
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lol i see what you did there. with compliments.
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Your vocabulary is astounding. Kudos.
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I’ll call you a show off, no shame. 🙂
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It is a beautiful piece though, well done
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Thanks (:
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