as i peered
behind the veil
of black damask
a plundering gaze
deconstructed me
allaying consequence
all realms succumbed
to the crucifixion
of time itself
a relevance entombed
days past
to find my countenance
content
at last
reason itself was redefined
as blissful semblance
enshrouded my listless senses
precious sands
sifted into rifts
adrift, i stood
on shifting ground
as echoes torn
from lost dimensions
resounded
in a boundless burst
of cosmic influx
to lift the curse
of gravity’s crux
like dust
thrust
into blustery plumes
of ruminant sediment
strewed asunder
Max, or Not 
Max– I will admit that I don’t always understand every line you write but it is always beautiful and leaves me a little breathless. You always leaving me feeling like I wish I was a little smarter but in love with language all over again.
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Thank you very much, Christine. Sometimes, I’m not entirely sure what I’ve written but I kind of like that. Who’s to say that as consciousness, we are to know or be in control over every facet of our expression. You get this. It’s one of the many things I appreciate about you.
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