The free verse i composed last year titled "Deep Mosaic" contained contracted words and short lines that represented the sentiments of two voices working at cross-purposes to one another. Time and events encouraged me to work on separating the two purposes into two poems.
Our State of Rapture Though hairs on napes stand upright the skin is clammy cold on soft shoulders her arms and his young torso grown old Some hearts retained the warm flowing red and recollected from mosaic memory some belief The illicit flows and irrationality We juxtapose on those from long beforeWhen red was red before the bleeding dead mixed with all this shock and dryness of mouth hands gripped the steering or flung dishes shrieked rebukes, the lifeless millions of truths the shreds of evidence piled sky like pieces on tiles and stony silences and crocodile tears aghast with sentences of life.
5th February 2019, Gapyeong
© 2019 TRUMANITY
Mosaic Memory falls into the category: Crosstitution Rips.
Our State of Rapture is similar to the seminal original in form and nature but falls into the category: Insomniac Heaven.
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