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    dots Submission Name: The Course of the Laughable Kundalinidots

    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 358
    Class/Type: Poetry/Satire
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    dotsThe Course of the Laughable Kundalinidots

    Like a thousand alleys beneath a hunched and watchful tower
    An idea; small truths of matters

    It fled and wore disguise to escape the sun

    A cloak of scales and dust
    Walking with all four legs to the pavement
    Slinking in and out of hiding spots
    Behind this trashcan
    Underneath these tires
    Quickly across the street

    Where we can manifest into
    A tall hooded figure
    A priest

    From this perspective many holy relics are felt with long skinny fingers
    Some are chipped and Mary’s small timid smile becomes an openmouthed gasping

    Like the cool wet floor beneath the seats in the subway station
    Scrambling towards direction
    Desperation and hunger from the belly of a rat

    Molded again into, a stranger
    Coughing and begging for cigarettes
    A drink
    What kind of drink can satiate the thirst of uselessness?

    But the strangers all stand up in unison
    And like magic they all walk the same way
    Method and logic fall politely in tune with the sweet sound of music greatly increasing a pleasurable wave of new purpose


    The strangers all take off their mask
    A horn plays
    A beat throbs as several footsteps find their niche
    And a symphony is orchestrated here in this station
    They all run and dance up the stairs
    Their cloaks and their coats and their hats fly in the air

    A fury of wind and air and accessories mingle
    Scarves socialize
    Making sense of the silent chaos that trembled beneath the hateful concrete
    The hard surface that pushes against your ovaries as gravity naturally pulls you to your feet
    The kundalini pulls and the strangers laugh at the joke
    That vibrating energy must be running up their spine
    And life must be getting longer
    As ships are racing across the sea
    Making the world turn faster
    Making the rotation spin quicker

    The music speeds up
    As the strangers dance their feet smoke
    They create a fire
    The fire consumes them
    Until they are exasperated and sweating and smiling at the thought of sitting still

    Submitted on 2008-07-27 17:18:58     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      kundalini, serpent energy, if i remember right: sexual and deep and dark aspects of ourselves. yet, this piece reminds me of sufism, of whirling dervish dancing, of kaleidoscopes and weaving, of hunger and laughter and... insatiableness.

    you speak of religion, beliefs, philosophy to me here, entwined yet disparate and aloof. you speak of disguises and the light which shines when these masks are taken off. i think...

    you speak of searching for reason amidst this chaos. for beauty. for something right. for something worthwhile. for a speck of divinity.

    i'm sleepy. i'm not making much sense but those are my overall impressions.
    | Posted on 2008-08-11 00:00:00 | by discombobulated | [ Reply to This ]

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