Jacob Boehme's Pewter DishA Poem by Onoma
Time and temperature...bottom right of
tele-visioning screen. And now...torrent crystalized vertical, horizontal. Fixity of the epochal grope--aegis to the refining floodlight. Reflected back to virtual reality, Jacob Boehme's pewter dish. Numbing, the iced pillow of cold illogic...slid the presented head...melting. Warming up and up to harmony and chaos-- reintegrated by and by Now.
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