Monday, 29 November 2021

the irrepressible cyclones

oh how i love the dance of words in my jowls

what is spoken word

but a rhythmical beating of the tongue
against the drum of the palate and the lips
surges of air that thrill the throat into resonance

the revelation of poetry happens in pulsations as 
the meaning unfolds like your heartbeat climbing 
over the spine of mountain

it is through rhythmical thinking that we reach 
the radiant meaning of a deeper sense 
that churns the irrepressible cyclones of poetica

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