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Kiss of the Sphinx


Long becomes short,

small becomes big,

riddles under my skin.

Paradoxical stars,

truth begins.

Love flares and fizzles

out.

 

Silent enigma,

you held my hand until sand

engulfed.

Bland my eyes became until refraining

ceased.

My teeth screech across a cherry dessert.

 

Broken becomes whole,

complete I weep,

blood seeps from my eyes till I see.

What is me?

An empty vase contains

-You-

perhaps.

 

Creeping,

I slump to a jagged ledge,

plummet and cross an abyss,

arriving at spherical heavens.

Armageddon requires action.

Repentant fractions of dust,

intuitions fruition leads.

 

Death becomes Divine

-SPACE-

allowing life to grow deaf

to fate

until tall bears witness

and weeps.

But together we can sleep.

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CoffeeandAlex

Alexander Clarke is a qualified philosophy and ethics teacher who predominantly explores Daoist, Buddhist, and absurdist concepts through his works. Influenced by correlational thinking, he uses imagery and dialogue to investigate the interplay between the subjects, such as ‘You’ and ‘I’. https://coffeeandalex.com/

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