I am resolution,
Anchor of strange blisters through the earth,
Granite honeycomb of the resonating firmament.
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I am rescinded,
Retracted through the twitching of deities,
Pulled by my slinking spine up through the sky,
Through the sky into the beyond where nothing lies.
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I am restitute,
Ornaments reranged by the whimsy of fashion;
My skeletal wires restrung through new arches,
Set coarsely into the arms of the forest to bide.
So said Infinity, through the guise of a beast.
The lecture poured forth with uncanny ease &
Tireless vigor, astounding the domes of clay.
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The mandrakes, with chia hair,
With clothes of moss &
Lichen shoes.
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Playthings
For whom?
The "I AM" spoke many scenes into being,
Scenes of revolving met'llurgical play,
Baths of magma and pearl that implode,
Birds of aetherous loam.
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Building with dewdrops & starlight & fire
Transmuting the dross & the muck & the mire
That raised resolution from all-colored clay,
That cast incarnation with sorcerous spray.
@d-pend