The first picture: "Foam". Second picture: "Sip My Scream". Third Picture: "Escape The Fluid". Fourth picture: "Convoluted Perfume". And the last picture: "Inflex".
This Unexpected Rain
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The glow either breathless or encircled by all --
The glow illuminating this unexpected rain --
It is equal to those drops of desire
Which have, as bubbles (of air in liquid) negated
(Liquid in air), fallen like I had hoped,
But never foresaw.
For those spheres (anti-void of water)
Have finally relieved us from
This driest of ethers, this most arid of eternities.
Though I have resented the empty sky
For so many years of only lament,
I still, but unknowingly as to any purpose,
Fear this rain, fear the drought's mortality.
And from inside the fog, inside this cloud-encased
Aquarium meant for such mindless fish as we,
From within that which is within every
Droplet always again its own enclosed truth
(That forms our breath and/or encirclement)
Has been this, this emerging as light,
Emerging as anything we had once prayed to
As if it were psychedelic -- although
It was somehow never yet, although
Its geometry was, obviously, just momentary.
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That Quiet Equilibrium
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This wisp contained the oblong sphere. It was
The soap-bubble dancing subtly in the stillness,
In the air almost devoid of currents or eddies,
Devoid of any meanderings. For beauty was weak,
Was fragile and frail and transparent. Ah,
But then this bubble became angrier; then it rose
And solidified and screamed from its jaggedness.
Then colors and glass stabbed with such shards. For
The spires cut into us, cut into our own timidity.
And we were sliced by this knife,
By these prongs all converging into our blood.
Hell was once polite, was once tame. Yet now, it too
Expresses its truth via its anthropomorphism. Oh,
It was ruptured in its conclusion by
All human simile created, despite
That quiet equilibrium sharply delicate,
Softly gruesome and shamed.
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A Bubble Formed
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Once, in depth and moist indecision, a bubble
Formed from our human breath. Transparently,
It refracted images beyond it, rotating all light,
Becoming all equilateral arctangents. Once, it fell.
It rose then shimmered then shuddered. Ah, but
Yet it descended slowly and softly, asserting its
Shape via its shapelessness. But still it is only
Glass pondering its own death. And breezes return
It to the cylinder; for this ellipsoid is timid,
It is vague in its entropy. Though its irradiance
And iridescence transform it, transform this most
Subtle of cocoons into molecules daring to be
Abrupt. (*) Vowels exclaim themselves as this bubble
Explodes; for it dissolves and retracts quickly into
The wetness it has evoked. It mutates by
Dying. Yes. And suddenly it remains swollen, immersing
Itself in the breath poised, in this perilous wisp.
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Each Bubble's Existence
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Each bubble of foam
Combines into the shallow shadow of this crust.
And erased too are the edgeless words, are
The shimmering shards of asymmetry. Fly,
Fly sideways until receding, until verticality
Is destined to sleep, to flutter, to disappear.
Gasp, run, speak to the dim reverberation. For
This tranquil magnification is meaningless,
Is somehow derived from each drop of cataclysm
And obscenity.
This brightly dark spirit overtakes us, rendering
The stains within as only filthy. And I asked us to
Implode, to choke upon the sheen we adore.
For hunger's distraction wakes us so as to ignite
Each bubble's existence before we shatter such.
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Leroy
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