 Manuel Fajar 2005-03-31 . chapter 1Inside clear space of time machine rolls on,
A purpose once known to Gods infinite,
Is lost to mortals with their finite views,—
To peer upon this complex functioning,
Is but a glimpse of what all wonders be,
Binary stars pulsing wildly neutrons,
Quanta interacting with our pressures,
Chromatic flowers,—gas nebuli red,
This touch that spreads from fingers to my lips,
This taste that brings nutmeg from tropic lands,
This smell that chocolate and almonds spreads,
This sight such revelry of spectrum's light,
This sound delighting arpeggio curves,
We jumble and believe it synchronized,
Though puzzle that we sense in dribs & drabs. |
 Whisper on the Lips 2005-03-29 . chapter 1Sounds to me, like Set has knocked on your door. He is egyptian god of chaos. I like the randomness, it is very unique,and i'm sure this is extremely thought provoking, But at first glance it ...beautiful! I like your profile, and happy to be one oof your fave authors SMILE ON!
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