ReGenesis~

~OracleSeries~

My boat is made of pupae

dry butterflies flap paper wings in the breeze

the men on shore

watch the clouds drown in my heavenly arms

open to the grace of the agony in the ink band lining

of the atmosphere

 

Eyes in gold fragments

lash out in curls of feathers painting the frame

the willow tree

open to the body of the sacrifice in ferns

a rectangle of parchments in the cream of melting hips

 

My book is made of skin

a cylindrical body in pearls reclines into the spine

for wildflower bindings

a half moon delivering itself above the scene

in the distance an echo

a dragonfly pressed between each and every page

 

Once upon a time I had an island all my own

with a central cave

the battalions threw their men onto the shores

boots made of clotted blood

hands made of involuntary sins

I gave them tea on the edge of their swords

as they commented how from the distance

the cave

bore the face of a mantis

preying

 

If I crack my shell here, today

to pour sunshine marmalade onto the canvas

the trail ends

and will not go beyond the taste of cinnamon apples

baked in a kiln by the edge of this ocean

where mythology sleeps in rows of herbs

stirring

 

My boat is made of pupae

body a composite of wings that land on me every night

each patterned with a distinct flavor of love

hate

desire

misery

building me

up

for the voyage;

my boat is made of pupae 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~rewriting the code~

Reviews

[emmajoy]

I'm lost for words, you've used them all! This is an amazingly stunning, surreal, imaginative, creative and all other similar words piece of writing.

'If I crack my shell here, today
to pour my sunshine marmalade onto the canvas
the trail ends
and will not go beyond the taste of my cinnamon apples
baked in a kiln by the edge of my ocean
where mythology sleeps in rows of herbs
stirring

You've created a space way out in arms of another infinity .. its queen a unique being able to love and be loved like nothing or nobody else. I don't know what to say, mind-blown with the beauty and emotion of it, Selene

[luciddreamer]

This writing makes my head swim....absolutely beautiful :)
Peace

[Prose-full]

this poem is absolutely amazing...speaking volumes of beauty and diligence...

"watch the clouds drown in my heavenly arms","open to the grace of the agony in the ink band lining"

"a cylindrical body in pearls reclines into the spine
for wildflower bindings
a half moon delivering itself above the scene"
in the distance an echo
a dragonfly pressed between each and every page


Once upon a time I had an island all my own
with a central cave

all of this is simply amazing...

[No use.]

you got my soul swirling 'round in your work, into a familiar yet exotic dream, your desires are ethereal wings ascending beyond the code, and I'm thankful that I drank in some of your words this morning.

[Pax Analog]

Beneath your classic dazzling image-sequences, surreal mythos, is a simple tale of in-betweenness.

Pontooned by pupae, the boat rests on the ineffable waters of life. Emanting oblique Odyssean and Egyptian flavors, there is more intricacy in the setting, in the symbolic components of self, than in the delineation of love/hate/desire/misery.

And of course, one can make a case for misery and hate being simply the absence of Love-as-Spirit Intelligence. Desire, itself, presents uncanny anagrams of itself: reside; id seer, i.d. seer -- a curious autonomy, self-sustaining flame. Love and desire are a matter of direct fire and transparency, complication consumed. Our intimacies do not complete us. We are simply an a priori recognition of the paradox.

Gnostically, there is the sense of the shell and a sought liberation. But Nondually, there is the sense of the body always already is open to infinite life, the skin's membrane a convention, not a wall.

All realms and transitory selves are in-between, bardos. Our boats float in radical fire-water. We ARE boats -- AND the all-sustaining infinite sea.

[Author Rucha Joshi]

Transparent feelings poured in a very authentic style, excellent choice of words and perfect imagery. I loved it. This is one of those kinds that you should write in a diary and read it when you feel blue.
Excellent

[Geralyn Miller]

Amazing, so incredibly beautiful; much like your Spirit.

[Matthews Reggie]

maybe i should thanks u 4 sending me this read request.... perfect imagery..... a unbelievable use of words.....

[.]

well, another stunning piece on work, you put words together that have never been introduced before and it's a beautiful coupling...

[Brad]

the code? honey, you are rewriting reality and the way your readers view things...that makes you fantastical

[Hello, Goodbye]

geeze louise.. how delicious the english vernacular is when delivered by the intricate mind of your tongue..