Petals Evoking Their Magnificence

Flowers is today's theme.

First picture: "Blasphemy Soothed". Second picture: "As A Flower". Third picture: "Astigmatic Cacophony". Fourth picture: "The Stem Drips Upward". Last picture: "Transmutation Of The Epiphany".






Yet The Blossom
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Cursively entwined and erupting from a stem,
The blossom redeems its parables. Within,
These petals of its rotation, it becomes
Undescribed, becomes luscious and tempted
By its libido of vertices and precognition.

Ah, for, truncated is the fuchsia among it.
Transposed is its imprecision upon reality.
And it explores the cosmos via its amazement.
And it flutters and flies and ascends,
Ascending to the magnificent clouds,
Each assumed to be such thorns. And it sleeps,
It succumbs to human contamination. But
Yet the blossom, the tangled flower, remains
Both vicious and righteous, both iridescent
And bland inside its confinement thirsting,
Inside its air of vague awareness begotten,
Of awareness now upright in that consumption.

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Stem
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The peculiar stem surrounds itself, returning again
To the flower of its vanity. And it drinks
Its own water. It breathes its own imagination.
And the stem becomes the ring, becomes still,
Becomes iridescent and depicted by those geometries.
Oh, the rain is inverted, as is the blossom.
And the thirst of this plant is eternal.
Its regurgitation is its salve. And it
Hungers for actuality and for dreams alike.
But then it simply sleeps. Then the magic
Envisioned is such parables becomes the juice
That satisfies these suffering petals.
For, then the fluid arrives, made from space-time
And from the nonconformity in which we partake.
Then the flower will proclaim its triumph until
It spites its resentful thoughts, each agape,
Each devoid of genesis or completion.

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Shadow Of A Clangorous Mesh
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The shadow of a clangorous mesh was placed upon
An elliptical ground. And this maze was as plush
And striated as the flowers of misnamed colors,
As the leaves of spectacle and oscillation.
But I heard the flames, and I saw the ambiguity
Hidden inside and beneath this unfolded image. I
Knew that I was to taste the skin of beauty,
Of arousal. Yet I collapsed, as it, into my grasp.
And when I opened my fist so as to raise my fingers
Away from my throat, there was the shadow
Of a clangorous mesh. There was the truth of
Hypocrisy, of the spiral lingering among my soul.
There, within my palm, was sugar and its saltiness,
Was each asymptote evoked by the perversions inherent
In my enlightenment spun clockwise, spinning
Meaninglessly. Oh, seemingly so expressed was
That circumstance, was an extroverted tangle explained.

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The Tulip Soothed
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Tilted and slender cones rising, floating in emptiness,
They each resolve to be the tulip soothed. And in
Those cups, I envision the transparent pearl, a
Conceited jewel remade. Oh, I deny those thoughts
Of vengeful dust. I instead grasp the flower,
And I taste its magenta. I know I will
Soon perceive its diagonality. But it still
Remains equal to my saliva. It remains
Esoteric but never vain. And it, the image,
Rotates and grows from unseen distance.
Yes, infinite is this stem. But it surely
Contains its own shapelessness. It surely is
Now but the tulip soothed. And I wither
Inside it, as I reach for truth's beckoning,
As I reach for the hallucinated darkness
I have wondrously suffered.


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Again A Flower
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The universe
Is but a spectacular arrangement
Inspired by such phyllotaxis,
Intrigued by all the reincarnation of all,
By atoms in rotation about rotation --
Because this was as
The universe,
Was its irritation, irradiation, and perfection.

And irritating was this edge
Upon what is perfect,
What is within this that is where
My imagination and its flowering desires
Have still been as this perfume,
This vision of every transparent butterfly,
Each attempting to be seen by the voices
At the centers of a totality
(Of the totality again) of souls.

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The Lily And The Claw
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The lily and the claw, both have been damned;
Both hallucinate then exaggerate their wind
So as to reiterate such solemn redaction.
The lily evolves into mentality opaque and
Abstract, becoming the cocoon rather than the
Lepidopteron. And yet it flies. Oh, yet it glistens.
The claw expresses its breath, then rotates,
Then grows dim and pale. And yet it screams.
Yet it stabs at deeper mediocrity. Yes, this
Flower and this knife, they flutter within
Our rectification excreted and extreme. And yet,
Yet they crumble into their vision. Yet
They taste the amber void in which we too
Have arisen.

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Every Blossom Understood
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A flower of spirals made, made again
From crystalline vibration, made
From each fluctuation and its glow
-- This is the recaptured helix, is
What shall be
Eternal in its variation, in its cosmology,
In its victorious night beholding such,
Such sight without dreams, yet still
A night without the salvation of priestesses,
Without redemption among this which remains
Simply instantaneous blood and its viscosity,
Remains to be its own clot dripping otherwise
From sharpened wounds, from the epitome
Returning to every blossom understood.

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An Implication Redeemed
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Concurrently,
Her unjustified beauty thusly repelled,
But soon grasped at masculinity asserted and at
Femininity sustained. Then she took him,
And swallowed their thirst, recoiling not, yet
Becoming entwined in this causality.

And into the flower the fluid was wrought.

Awakened, that ovum had been superimposed
Upon the tincture of carelessness. And then
It waited; then it laughed, only to subdivide
In its iteration repeatedly beneath
The effeminate flesh she had forgotten.
And virtue metastasized, transforming into that
Which has scribbled shape. And human blood overtook
Its own timidity. And then it became mighty, became
Strange in its familiarity. It was translucent,
Although no one gazed through it. And soon,
In a distant future, it began via its completion.
Soon it uttered the only truth it knew: screaming,
Crying, and surely suffering within
Such a confrontation again.


Thanks,
Leroy Quet