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IV.

Smoke Screen Scripture

Crystal Fire

I dream 

just a fleeting glimpse,

The past is the epicentre of the call

In the sense that. You know what I mean? 

There are places I remember…

Smoke screen scripture

We have to do something about the distances

Everything is real

so tender it feels criminal

(Refreshing moment)

My love language is encrypted

just a fleeting glimpse,

The weather is deeply erotically charged today.

I can feel everything on my skin.

smoke screen scripture

Everything is real

so tender it feels criminal

(Refreshing moment)

I think I need to scream and yell all the time

the knowledge you have betrays your personhood I fear 

just a fleeting glimpse,

This doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin

But who am I to say anything at all?

Collapsing inside like a dying star

The genesis of rhythm

I pray to be

I have never seen it with the external eyes of the flesh.

incision

collision

incision

collision

incision

collision

A game of fleeting, woven tension

The grief is never ending but so is the Love. 

pax divina

I am not sure what time I should be at.

From outer space to you.

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Anthony L

I Love this, love the drawings above, love the stunning Collection of your poetry paired with diabolically effective art - assembling the Collection sheds new light on the whole, on your consciousness and emotions, i feel reduced compared to your instinctive expressive octopus-like grasp. Reading your poem it hits me suddenly that I'm losing either the knack or the wish to 'analyze' like a critic - instead I just hear your voice speaking as you (possibly this poem tends more this way than others.) My unpremeditated response is, - no one! - I've ever personally encountered is better equipped to say these complex tender yearning things. You ask who am I to say? I say no one better on earth, my faraway beloved sister. Salaam, salaam before the muse inside you.

Classicnymph

Tears. Your words reach deeper than language. Every one of my poems is only a fleeting glimpse. I have an objective: twenty one love poems—not by Neruda haha, but by she who is still learning… You are one of my favourite writers, so your reading means more than I can express. Thank you for taking the time to enter my poetry with such grace. It is so real. Criminal. Nothing melts; nothing ends. All hours gather in a single gaze. Gratias. Χάρις (Kháris). धन्यवाद (Dhanyavādaḥ). תּוֹדָה (Todah). ܬܘܕܝܬܐ (Tawdīthā). Ⲥⲉⲡϩⲙⲟⲧ (Sephmot). 𒀀𒀸 (Sumerian: thanks, reconstructed as a-aĝ₂). From outer space to you.

Anthony L

T'anks a millyun!