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    dots Submission Name: a remiss calycledots

    Author: Outlaw
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    dotsa remiss calycledots

    And if I am lost in a dream
    torn asunder by the phantasmagoric pulchritude
    of billowing winds, whose voices entreat my ears
    to a jovial melody of heavenly origins yet
    whose sight elicits a flush of vitriolic sensation
    upon my eyes, scraping them of every bloodshot vein
    leaving there in between stitches of vapidity.
    this life I entitle to be my own, whose traces
    are like footsteps on the side of a dune
    shadowed over, blown over, seared out
    of existence by time, a time with no relevance
    to fact of my existence. is it an echo of this melody
    or a promontory upon which it can further exist?
    or is it a note hanging on fine threads about
    bars, or the ascension of broken wings towards
    the sky? Yes, let my heart break between the jaws
    of monotony, and have me waste my time explaining
    why all of this is important, or why it should be.
    this is no dream; for in a dream, contrary to feeling
    one is always in control and death is nothing more
    than the great intermission of our lives. in a dream
    we are a sublunary Caliban, slaves to Prospero only
    jocundly, because truly we are master of the isle.
    in a dream we are a street walked upon by Caligula
    and his merchants of the subconscious, of whims.
    in a dream, god would truly be dead.

    Submitted on 2011-06-18 13:54:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      It seems I have experienced so many of these contemplations , from the "phantasmagoric pulchritude" and the "vitriolic sensations" to the "stitches of vapidity" and the footsteps on the dune . From the monolithic precipice of the parapet of my mind I wonder at their tangibility and possibly invigorating tenacities . In fact I have contemplated them so often they have become monotonous , their avid redundancy difficult to explain . Yes this definitely is not a dream . I really seemed to identify with this piece , right up to the end . Then you lost me . I don't understand . Why would god be dead . I assume that the non capitol g implies that this could even be the godness we ego represent as masters of our preternatural state , or the positive evolutional state of the cosmos etc. , but I just can't figure : why would it be dead ?

    PS: What the fon goo is a calycle ? I know , what a pain in the wa zoo but what the fon goo . Possibly a cross between a calamity and a catalyst . ???
    PSS: I take that back i found it in my unabridged .
    PSSS: I wonder is the reference to footsteps on the dunes and the broken wings up to the sky a reminiscence of "The human dilemma is the human dilemma" ?
    | Posted on 2011-06-19 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      in a dream we cannot die...but in life our dreams do die....

    there are those who think they know everything, who know better than we what is good for us...but they are vapid heads...we know ourselves...we live this life...

    there are intellectuals, critics, writers who explain the way it is...then there are poets who feel the way it is...really feel the way it is...

    | Posted on 2011-06-18 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      [censored] this sums it up perfectly. I can feel these very words bellow contempt for all who pretend to have felt, to have learnt. "Yes, let my heart break between the jaws
    of monotony" this is possibly the best description I have read that accedes to my experieces of said picture. This just speaks to me, maybe because it is what I needed to read at this moment in time to know that there are still others left

    that understand.
    | Posted on 2011-06-18 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]

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