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A Fruitful Disease

A poem inspired by a dear friend and a beautiful artist.
Picture: Cassi Josh

For L.

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I melt.

Forming,

 A motion that is as fluid as it cellular

Tender in moments of exterior fractures,

Density spirals create collisions till arrival.

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I abide to a form that hold no disguise

I disintegrate. Inside.

Losing self,

Moulds break.

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Held to entail my frail wells

I become apt in my softness

I become bold.

As notions dissolve

I unfold,

Dispersing to erupt a ceremonious love

That blooms once I understand the complexity of my youth.

Reality is sincere.

Creating fantasies of cosmic parallelity.

I disperse.

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A figment of possibility,

Is my sanctity

I change to see

That I am as malleable as my beliefs.

As truthful as what cannot be seen.

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Peculiar feelings are conceived,

When my form is like the sea.

Changing with every gush, of the breeze,

Every tide, a root within me.

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What is true?

What exists between the old and the new?

A thread .

A souring kiss grounds me to exist.

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Remembering that like chocolate,

I can be as bitter as I am sweet

This is the memory of what it is to be,

A form like me.  

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