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Night and day, Miss mezzaluna overlapping Her relatives
golden crescent half-cousins, Solaris' spastic development
^I thought this was a stellar way to open up, but Solaris' spastic read like too chunky of a word-pair for me, putting a slight kink in the first bar.
dramatic, intelligent, red hair, flaring fiery as dusk,
Evil archangel God's children secretly lust ..
a media plug that even rumors & conspiracies trust -
so when she died, all of humankind was equally crushed.
the peaceful, the lush, soft grass, imagine it's vibrance,
where only babbling brooks could break a natural silence.
static eruption, brainstem buzzing, practically mindless
The beaten path of a pathogen programming its' virus,
projected demon - white plaster walls & holograms of Osiris
^White plaster - mismatch? Maybe bare Egyptian walls would be a better fit here. I don't see a hologram of Osiris relating well to that.
Phantom in a Peacoat, staged theatric disguises,
waterfall rock-walls, moss-coated, scattering cypress
robotic arms, solar charged automatic devices;
hands outstretched in a bow, tipped top-hats to your Highness
it's all downhill once a pattern arises..
if magic is priceless, physics fall into poverty,
cuz hope & prayer are the dominating modern commodities,
mysteries, unanswered crimes, such obvious oddities
like documenting laws to govern art or philosophy
^last line here struck a blank with me.
balance primal id, instinctive ties, & hostile monogamy
constructing sandcastle properties for blossoming colonies,
^Very raw line. I might've went with 'germinating sandcastle'
divine apotheosis, known apostles of Socrates
Visible to the naked eye but not in photography.
^Tight.
a solid anomaly to spice the moment, stuck in this madness
purgatorial plateau between His dungeon and palace,
scales go bloody red when measuring our functional status,
it only takes a single shift to suddenly vanish -
there's another world around us, hidden under the magnets
where all emotional reactions trigger colorful flashes,
spectral seas, tsunami waves, a stunning abstraction
Chinese new year celebration in the lungs of a dragon ..
^Vivid and impressive.
Voluptuous passions, shadowboxing candle reflections,
using liquor as a trojan horse to battle depression.
live every moment for it's imperfections, casual tension
and the adolescent pleasure of a vaginal entrance.
past or the present? take a sec to answer the question,
then summarize your reason in one accurate sentence.
evidence is clear - the human, sadness-dependent,
using history as a crutch to mask a lack of progression.
molasses black apparitions, Hades' shadowy henchmen
evaluate our mental state through telepathic assessments ;
reality's destined .. Etherealness is a practiced emergence
to transcend atomic bonding at it's tangible surface -
there's no man behind the curtain, no infallible purpose,
though we're not alone .. trust me, i'm a rational person.
gas matter resurges, transparent window locked from inside,
we've been dead since the minute we were oxygenized.
there's a faraway kingdom where apocalypse thrives,
promoting dollar beer specials & a positive vibe ..
Minds fry at early ages, but their bodies survive
it's never been so strangely clear ..
we've gotta collide.
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I don't see a point in breaking it down with comments along the way since I really enjoyed this. It's inspiring and reads as a full incantation. The rhyming, correlation of subject matter, pacing, all of the above, were at a high level. I might've liked to have seen more intergalactic references, maybe to 'teach' the reader a concept of space and time or formulate a theory through a pattern of bars, which tie in at the end, explaining it pristinely. For your signature general approach, this went as smooth as they go. You have a globular intellect that houses a collection of outward telescopes; always observing, incorporating, projecting spheres to raise our standards of what can be said with a Blacketh verse.
Keep doing you
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