Layers after layers
Sucked up all the elements of light
In the abyss
A crone lies in the dark, pitch
Mystery of the mysteries
No mind over there ever reached
Mother of all curiosities
Lower of the lowest
Sad of the saddest wave
Unparalleled taste of the bust
Brighter than the brightest
No heart over there ever reached
In the zenith
A beautiful fairy resides
Wonder and surprises
Higher than the highest
Joy and delight
I know both of them
Joy and sorrow
I am an unravelling river
Cruising and Caressing
the contour
Epoch and nadir
Grovelling the blind line
Dodging the radar
Of the fatalist and gay feaster.
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A refined poetic imagination, Northern W. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.