Primordial coil rituals my blood
To be sanctified in un-zang nerve-ending to depart
Where you were, I return. Where you burned, I rekindle.
Primordial foil pictures my gods.
To be sacrificed in un-rang soul-mending to unchart
Primordial soil freeze me free
NaaN (Now, always and Never)
Poetry Time 62: Primordial Shell
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Feb. 25, 2024
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Andreas_Helixfinger at 11:00AM, Feb. 25, 2024
@Prototype - It's a poem about being absorbed by the past and incidently finding a clear path to the future. The smoke being the uncertain future being weeded off of its mirages by the basic knowledge of ages past and thus made more clear. At least, that's what it feels like anyway.
Prototype at 10:28AM, Feb. 25, 2024
..what?
Andreas_Helixfinger at 4:06AM, Feb. 25, 2024
@lothar - More about weedin' smoke--I thinkš„“
lothar at 1:23AM, Feb. 25, 2024
This about smokin weed?