CELLS-ADOMBRATIVE

CELLS-ADOMBRATIVE

A Poem by Tasi83











Because if it was just the deceitful eye watching, it still left the body dry-naked. The millions of tiny, small, wandering round-shaped ball drops in the mottled nervous system of the air, if you wish to notice the one whose harmonious balance of the soul matters in addition. Instincts and the universe accompany it now and in its moment of total annihilation, they click and spin like magnetic gears. In the beneficial turbulences of the cells, even in a strange descent into hell, the self-evident ecstasy of pleasure derails in parallel screams: it burns beneficially on the thought of love and love.

Newborn annihilation migrates beneficially from one molecule to another. Everyone has unexpected causes and effects at the same time. The fork-branches of the collarbones while they stand out superstitiously, until they hold on like tender hooks in the flesh of the other body. -Through long,lush-vibrating eyelashes, he sweeps away with Fidelity the musty-smelling leaves of the spleen-smelling earthly sorrow; dreams, daydreams, and desires are visible openly discovered in the smoldering fidelity of his black eyes. On her balmy lips, the pronounced, blushing sigh of joy is also a belt of Venus.

His precious withering still stagnate more and more beneficially, and his love ballads were dulled by the admiring, proud heart with the help of a tingle. Melancholy dry, his sweet-sad musicality rarely matters when unconditional, one-happiness rules with my milk power. There is and breathes in itself the immortality of the moment, for there is no one to grieve about it. -In the bed of the winds lie two matka-pairs, while the busy geometry of being suggests cells. Who can feel where recognition can begin as a condition for mutual betrayal?!

© 2024 Tasi83


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Added on January 26, 2024
Last Updated on January 26, 2024
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Tasi83
Tasi83

Budapest, Budapest, Hungary



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I was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as.. more..

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