Sunday, 15 November 2026

Pull Me Up If You Reach The Grand Central Sun

 
transition to transcendence might last vast seconds
compressed in flesh lofted flipped finitude
rush up the spine ruffles the crown
the lower astral crashed seems so divine
the yo-yo mine not mine
the mire lonesome for a tilting clear light..

flit the timeless lift
the limited hit
then the yearning
oh such yearning
the spirit catches flu
the withdrawal of the fleeting throws heavy stones gravity-forged..

fragile sonosphere shudders
the shadowless throne
thrown for a loop
the loosh bliss-shock-troops blitzkrieg
birth the uncalculated shift in a few
only for an uncollected very few
unintended acorns tossed from implacable archons
the leashed sprung temporarily
the false ceiling opens when glimpsed
the occulted-beyond sensed
crushed life
love flashes dimensional
the improbable distance as near as sun rays
as far as the..