Anaemia Of The Heart.

Anaemia Of The Heart.

A Poem by Amduscia

Anaemia Of The Heart.

Fundamental Units of Current reside within Our Hearts, although the Strength of such Current cannot be measured in Amperes, the Signs of Synthetic Drugs used as Stimulants share the same Chemical Name, of both kinds, as Members of the Amphibia class of Vertebrates, such as Frogs and Newts share the same Scientific Name...
An Invisible Current able to reside both upon Land and Water, as Tanks and Aircrafts adapted to Operate both on Land and Water, so Our Spirits involve both Sea and Land forces...
Round buildings with tiers of seats surround the Central Space of all Souls, amidst semi-circular Galleries for Spectators in Theatre, within this Scene Of Contest, each Proud Soul drinks Life from Greek and Roman two-handled Vessels in spacious, extensive, and abundant Quantities...
It is quite enough, as Ample Evidence that this Elixir Of Life will enhance and increase the loudness of the Sounds within the Soul, or strengthen the Electrical Signals within the Heart and add Detail to its Story... Our Hearts and Souls remain the Amplifiers Of Life...
No other purpose resides within the purpose of Apparatus' for Amplifying Sounds or Electrical Signals...
Within and amidst this Spaciousness and Abundance We wish upon a Black Star, Hoping to acknowledge the extent of these Vibrations or Oscillation...
With these Thoughts and Feelings projected, they remain, and they hold so much more than the mere Laws Of Physics, this recognized due unto the Maximum Departures within the average of alternating currents and waves within Life...
Each Heart an Ampoule Of Life, small sealed Vessels holding a solution for Injection to be Injected for Sacred Uses...
If such is Our Amulet, Our Souls Jewelry worn as Charms against Evil, its Amputation would Amuse, and distribute Laughs and Smiles clinging tight unto Interests with Pleasant Trifling Matters, as another Soul seeks to pass Time in Small Diversions...
Historical Members of the Spirit echo upon a Time of Ethereal Sects baptizing Constructive Metabolism as opposed to the Catabolism of Spirit...
Perchance it might have been the very Chronological Error within persons and things out of Harmony within such a Period, in accordance to the relating of all Events and Customs within the wrong Periods of Our Souls...
Like unto the Deficiency of Red Blood-Corpuscles or their Haemoglobin within a few Poor Souls so are Our Spirits; the Pallor of Our Hearts... Lacking Vigour, Absence Of Sensation... It portrays itself to be an Artificially induced Insensibility to Pain... Various Emotions emitted produce a State like unto Anaesthesia, thus such produces Aesthetics as a whole, and within its Being an Agreement or Similarity, to, with, and between the Reasoning from Parallel Cases...
So all Souls re-echo in Charmed Curses upon the Invisible Walls of Infinity only this... "We are the Grand (Ad)Ministers of Anaesthetics for the Heart"...

© 2013 Amduscia


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