Electric mother
Hissing color to life
In an intricate web
Of infinity singing
Spinning
Reaching
...Weaving skies
Of Coiled brilliance
Distant mauve towers
Plummet in magnificence
Humming to themselves
While blue beams interlock
And spread a floral design
Across the blank heavens
Truth's face whispers
Buzzing vibrancy
To the hesitant world
Cycling through the grid
With quickening pace
While Spring speeds to bloom
In Gaia's realm














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But he was unmoved, and cried: "If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!"-HP Lovecraft
What picture might that be, which inspired you? I'd like to see what yields this kind of fractal-growth poetry!
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Ethics and art both begin by drawing a line somewhere.
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But he was unmoved, and cried: "If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!"-HP Lovecraft
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