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Metanature

It was nature that brought me here to this cliff of metaphoric presence. While waiting for you, I watch waves destroy canopies of rocks; and birds swoop, dive upon schools of fish, reordering their order. The weight of light bears down, grabbing me, hugging me tugging me to the cliffs edge like a great black bear.

And the clouds come down and engulf me in their rage; I'm split into harmonies of test tubes bubbling, hubbling to the peaking views of a galactic orgasm. I am studied by the hussies of the moon, reassuring me that I'll be reassembled soon. My blood, my stomach, my arteries, my cardio-vascular muscles, my brain, my bones, my lungs, my liver, my esophagus, my retinas, my Adam's apple, my veins, all beating as one. All humming the same words: "There is no cliff, there was no cliff. Who were you waiting for? Nature took you there. We are all seeing. All Subjects are one miraculous cocktail, shaken not stirred. Swallow incurred, gulp incurred, meta-sounding physics of eyeballing knowledge knowingly blurred."

I can see the light, the red , the blue, the yellow, the everything. I am nothing (to take from a bag of lucky dips, my life documented with random clips). I could wind wrecked tape's string around my body, and count the coil as lacerated life. Decapitate the visible, blind is invincible, all living things convincible. That cliff unmentionable, forget it, it didn't happen, it didn't happen, it didn't... You have arrived.

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poewriter58

18 years ago

Liam

This poem when read aloud is beautifully written the sound of the words coming together makes all the difference in how it is perceived Chrys
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weirdelf

18 years ago

I have taken a huge liberty

I added these line breaks after reading the poem aloud, several times. This is a really good poem but as formatted it's hard to grasp its aural eloquence and subtly shifting tempos. It's a really good poem. I hope you don't mind, cheers, Jess It was nature that brought me here to this cliff of metaphoric presence. While waiting for you, I watch waves destroy canopies of rocks; and birds swoop, dive upon schools of fish, reordering their order. The weight of light bears down, grabbing me, hugging me tugging me to the cliffs edge like a great black bear. And the clouds come down and engulf me in their rage; I’m split into harmonies of test tubes bubbling, hubbling to the peaking views of a galactic orgasm. I am studied by the hussies of the moon, reassuring me that I’ll be reassembled soon. My blood, my stomach, my arteries, my cardio-vascular muscles, my brain, my bones, my lungs, my liver, my esophagus, my retinas, my Adam’s apple, my veins, all beating as one. All humming the same words: "There is no cliff, there was no cliff. Who were you waiting for? Nature took you there. We are all seeing. All Subjects are one miraculous cocktail, shaken not stirred. Swallow incurred, gulp incurred, meta-sounding physics of eyeballing knowledge knowingly blurred." I can see the light, the red , the blue, the yellow, the everything. I am nothing (to take from a bag of lucky dips, my life documented with random clips). I could wind wrecked tape’s string around my body, and count the coil as lacerated life. Decapitate the visible, blind is invincible, all living things convincible. That cliff unmentionable, forget it, it didn’t happen, it didn’t happen, it didn’t… You have arrived.
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rider68

18 years ago

A second Read

Liam I have to make apologies when i first looked the other day, I just saw block a wall of words, and quietly moved away, But this is very good my simple mind grasps the formatted version, Look forward to read more of your work Best Regards Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~