Out in this space between a spiritual libido
and my feeling a substantiation of pride of
place, a glory of truth, an idea becoming a vision
and a flotilla forms, a carnival, you can say
these images are like the first forms of any
geography conceived in the material realm,
Even the magnified quarks coming straight at me,
the size of baseballs, and what light within them
Can’t be qualified by neon, and not sunlight
What measure of quantity within the softness
of apparition and the corporeality of imaginative tactility
Anti-gravitate this way – moving over pictures,
graphics, holograms, constructs of matter from eternal
existence, like the memory of the universe being
excavated in picturesque hieroglyphs. Much more space left
over, and more space for new entrants. Beyond
everything, I see a cosmonaut, a windshield, transparent,
only to discover to my delight it is my reassuring Dad in my vision!
And then follows another cosmonaut, only to find that it
is my beautiful Phunnu! And then I can see the versicoloured Aurora,
yet, without identifiable colours but the multidimension of true Love!
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