Adrift In Electromagnetic Fog
Tis strange, this recurring
bout of melancholy
renders spirit low
malcontent
far from jolly.
Adrift, adrift, upon.... Sargasso Sea.
Tis strange, this labyrinth monstrous,
recurring, phenomena bout signaling,
momentous wavelength melancholy.
Renders suppressed zoned spirit,
low, marginalized malcontent.
Far removed from thoughtless,
singular, jubilant jocular jolly.
A singularity of glowing erratic time.
Adrift adrift upon an ardent sea.
Conditions of time peace of mind
creative mood must be mystic met.
Stilled turbulent thought untuned.
Emotive compass spinning impalpable
impassioned needle still tumbling before.
First stroke structuring definitive pen.
If aware of what wondrous fay thoughts
run raging within activated mind. Firing
shock waves that hammer convulsively
throughout electrified touched fuse cells.
Imprisoned encased in illuminated vortex
personified. In grey ordered sentient cells.
Then would be a wormhole reality known.
How great is invisible disharmony ultimate
failing? How vast gulf between gutted creation?
That which! Was genome shotgun sequencing
frugally bought forth. Into exasperated existence.
Given halo decimated reality doldrums traversing.
An ocean paradox current bound without shores.
Unbounded quality
bordering inseminated being.
Languid failed breath
taken apprehended conception.
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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