The flow you bestow
makes all structure go
with spirit-popping visions
stalking from my mind
like henchmen, soul-blind
forcing destructive collisions.
Molecules vibrate
this atomic plate
until tissues charge right through
the fiber of all
meshed tight to enthrall
within this cosmic rendezvous.
Why I fail to see
pending gravity
bearing down upon my head
baffles patron saints
with cursing complaints
insisting I'm already dead.
'The fiber of all meshed tight to enthrall' Rachel Ann Butler
This is really addicting. Your structure here is such a tight ship. Have to jump on board quick so as not to miss anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
conscious raising! Good flow.