Abstraction... Immersed
A young earth waits upon your call...Time flows on, you lie to all...The lies are new, none heard before...which mind remembers never more...All this place is, is pain...Doubts grow like a growing stain...In the dark no voice will sound...reflect,...
An Abstraction in Orange
An abstraction in orange caesar's armor clanked as he walked back through the mountainous forest, following the same game trail he had before.
The Alien (poetry).
?Floating through the space, floating from menace, quicking up my pace, forgetting my dying race, ending in this place, sweet like a cake, loving people fake they don't want to take my life away.
Chapter 1
_The 14th stroke of Georgian's shortest_ _All I can do is wonder if you're doing it too?_ _Recreating snapshots of 8 years hence_ _In public transit daydreams, during the afternoon's hue_ _I must confess I time travel every single time_ _To the...
The Concept of a Concept of a Man
Aside from the prompt “abstract transformation” and permission to use his namesake fursona, i was left to come up with something myself.
The Skin Cycle III: Better Dog
Hey, hey Boy like the puppy-- Rare-sweet lips Strawberry-blossom honey, Made by hypnotic-buzzing bees. Hey, hey Boy like the otter-- Almond eyes, match Slim-sleek body. Twisted, Making a motion-- Casual flex, Sinew and pelt. Untamed smile-- Wild...
The Skin Cycle II: Devolution
Prowler, crawling-- Pawing-- Warm wind coming down The pathway made On all fours. Indistinct, from The cluttered noises Of human speech-- Clitter, clatter, Patter, paw-- Down it goes, Down you are, On all fours. Beauty made, beauty taken-- Fluttering...
The Skin Cycle IV: Forest Dark
The boy knows how to use his hind legs-- Heart-racing scamper, That little scamp. Barely a creature, Hardly a human-- Liminal being, Just as I-- A phantom, A smile in the fog, Not seen-- A crying laugh, Unintelligible To the ears of the living. My...
The Skin Cycle I: Midtwilight
Two stone faces Of beasts that truly never were, Form from marvelous nothingness, Falling into a realm Of divine mystification. Held, as I am, In the glowing-green Foxfire-light-- Phosphorescing within The horrid, nitrous evening... But, there's...
Spacial Cliche
Spacial Awareness Space, Outer or Inner. I need more, but not very much. Space to think --my thinking space. When can I go there? Is it in space? I try to fit into required spaces. Spacebar chatters --might need replacing. Space in my lungs;...
Mare Anguis (Serpent Sea)
Mare Anguis is a lunar moon. Its name derives from the Latin for _Serpent Sea_. It has an appearance resembling that of a dragon in flight, wings outstretched, and it is an impressive 150 kilometers in diameter. (All the preceding paraphrased from...
The Skin Cycle VI: A Wild Field
In a wild field, where you've left me To contemplate, but not discover What it was like, when we were alive. If your heart remained A pulsing organ, from which The bulging veins and arteries Would crawl up and blossom From the ground, into a flower-- I...