FLOWERS OF ETHER

Drft…Wud

When love lost her face
shape it’s shadow
& self found it’s demise

A poet comes undone

On the wings of fireflies
Of infinite hypothesis
In the premise
Of an universe in ruins
Where A theory
On the end of a road,
to no where.
find its conclusion strange.
Like a fragrance born
That Cant be sought in sound ,light or space.
Equations & reasons
Like a sap
That cannot be found in the tree
it bloomed.
Like the Self that was me
in crystals of memory.


Every moment
born from thee.
is a Flower of Ether
I yearn so dear
Emptier then thy empty core
Rarer then void
Farther from the furthest shore
Into heart of being
that unfurls a fountain of eternity ,
on its petals of torpor.


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THE INVERTED TREE
oh i miss mY sap of baobab i planted
despite the aggression of a fucking chagol which tries to eat her up
she has come up to almost a tree ...how ever she is no more a sap at my bedside.
MAN FCUK THE CHAGOLS
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