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The Tower of Past Following the stargazer's gaze into the far-off distance, into the immeasurable, into the incalculable infinities that stretch just outside of the human span of sight. There in that mysterious unknown of imagination and magick, in that realm of Gods and spirits, stands a tower surrounded by a blank of nothingness. Tall, astute, and ancient in design like some grand precursor of the divine, it resonates among the bonds of reality like some immortal structure of impossibilities. It's corridors serpentine into confusing forevers, a compound maze of ubiquitous parallels, an almost unending complex of mirrThe Tower of Past
by ~Empyrean-Writer
My Joy of BluesOceanic like that great blue-hued sea of clouds; Like those Atlantean tapestries hanging from the wall of Poseidon, Waving in that azure unconscious photogenic monotony That captivates like majestic maturity existent only in flowers. Transcendent like sapphire opals melting into battlefront replica's, Statue-esque conqueror's in half-framed impatience; Portrayals of petrified emotions almost fragrant to the eyes. TheseMy Joy of Blues
by ~Empyrean-Writer
Out from Outer EyesBanding the infinites of the universe,Out from Outer Eyes
Single celled perfection magnified Into myriad spectrums across a meadow of color. Outward splicing flares, Dimensionally agape in sunburn plasma, Swirl about the helix of stars. Concentric circles dilute in the ripples of pyramids; Four feathers embryonic at the axis Mirroring the kinetic with ambiguous entropy. The flowers curl in coils of fragrant memorandum, Orbiting vagrant cloud monoliths Drifting through primordial sea blues. A pantomime compass streams bridges of time, Countless in toned measures, Tracing the tur
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UntitledThe rockets take off, Phase-shift into enigma. Over-toned universe, Placid megalith of oblivion. Cocoon the mantle on the shoulders of God. As solitary breath vacuums into displacement; Into light, torpedo conundrums… Into darkness, slithering flute of creation… The lungs of Anima shatter distorted existence. So that we fall! Falling with those brazened loops, Noose of Abyss…Untitled
Midmorning paradox, seduced
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