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to here knows when

voices

turbulent

hiss

forest

spirits

chant

distant            earthshine

casts    across      spring showers         moon

little     one        pisces        child          crests

open       eyes     whisps    joyous    season

here      opens      this    chance

lotus   flower   dance swirls    rush   teeming

voices   sing    rusk    laugh   shout

if  you  wish  to dance  you must lift   your feet  off this ground ……. offf off up & away… put down that shovel…

do not get sucked in seduced by candy coated mystery…

this lying clown burps out love… that right hand stabs your sacred heart… this left hand knows not what… she says to me not to be seduced… & i say it to you… yet, now you are here… you waited in line from that eventful bog moonrise steams primordial soupkitchen…  so now your on this ride…. get ready to get off at your end… enjoy this ride…. you will get no other… its goinna happen… this opening closes with you… as far as is seen known etc.etc… anything else demands this sacrifice, my lucre lies elsewhere…

whirl frenetic leaves dance

quiver frigid lash winds brush

strokes choke release void displace

opening light closing these eyes    opens these those these this   each opening erupts joyous swirls darkness

rhythmic orientation    contours   grasp feel senses this these cascade openings intimacies fall deeply within amidst these                    scintillate throbbing surge streams

i see her sitting there with her lacy legs cross slowly, quietly, intently devouring an ice cream cone…                                              grip this face caress hands rubbing rustling frenzy feast shaking quivers

this this now you this you right now

feel your body grasp your self this body rub your breast heal neck face this wound dance across against around your calf you now this you right here this one from all you cannot look away to that other

persists there over that contour amidst this dwelling concentration confinement containment captivity carceration consumed feel your self stroke suck drink eat lick your self you this right now right here you……… eternity opens

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About James Aire

I am a writer living in Brixton, South London who is seeking to subvert the 'order of things' through humor, chaos and absurdity.

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