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Restless Universe

A Poetic Perspective

By Celious BlancPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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Walking on eggshells

Never helped to instil

A moment

Last time I checked

Beyond the cheque book

Of time

Into the galaxies

Of space

Which reappear

And dissipate

Almost

In the same moment

Broken

Upon years

Geared into electric hemispheres

Cultivated into parallel oxygens

Appeared beyond broken shores

Though sometimes

It may seem

A gleam shines into

The leftover shrapnel

Of fear and time

Interwoven into one

Stepped between the woody path

That makes up your mind

But, which may

If you decide

Talk deeply effervescent

Smeared around edges

Which glow, hued

In between auras

Seemingly translucent

Yet lucid

Flowing currents

That take us past

The beauty that lingers

Beyond the unfathomable sentiment

Left behind by denied essence

Epitomised into a catalyst

Of what you've always known

Yet indefinitely failed

To realise

How unwise

To disguise a blood soaked heart

With something so poignant

It stings upon release

Burning through hazy lenses

Which may appear rosy, at times

Unwound through spellbound

Words spoken, unbroken

Collectively misshapen

Plausibly misled

So feed

The feeling

Wind it around your outstretched

Fingers

Perhaps you will find

That not everything is

As it appears

Through sheer demise

Something of a surprise

Reveals

Foreign dialect

Exchanged through sounds

Verbalised, in an unknown dimension

Distantly connected

By what is underneath

The sky of your youth

Unveiled in between

A summer metropolis

Utopia calling

Echoing through moonlit hills

That roll like carpet

Punctured with clouded

Judgement

Undermining

What was never heard

Only assumed

Transcending through

Predisposed trains

Of thinking

Understood, in ancient hollows

Exhaled, into zealous souls

Eager to fracture

Any missed opportunity

Curse

What once was sacred

Knowledge to the unknown

Capitalised into what is now

Expelled into corpse ridden waters

Discovered

Underneath collective culminations

Of kindred sensations

Sprinkled upon tongues

And sung through delicate

Lips

Smooth with deceit

Unrelenting with malice

Yet presenting

With an uncanny resemblance

To something pleasant

Odourless, yet sweet

A death defying treat

Bringing with it a tempestuous sway

Glowing above resounding pillars

Sketched underneath silent drones

Condensed in a feeling

Served like a spoonful of sugar

Until, in the sky

A star reveals itself

Into soul searching eyes

Intrigued, beyond repair

Backtracked and rewound

Sideways

Preemptive and anticipated

Unlike its realisation

Fermented into roots

Of emptied sorrow

And whispered

Unto tingling vibrations

Behind eyelids

And fingernails

Who's to say

That silence does not echo

For profound ramblings

Of observations within minds

Speak candid remarks

In sarcastic humour

Pythagoras glitters

Three points

Separated between

Smiling skin

Stretched along

An evergreen labyrinth

Depicting fortunes

In sand surrounded lines

Drawn

Before dawn

Positioned

Without fear

Acknowledged

In time

For remarkable feats

To take the place

Of unsatisfying fragments

Once moulded together

Like a puzzle

But now splattered

On the walls of inception

Gathered, and hunted

Like wolverines that lurk

In cross-hatched villages

Displayed in homes

Pretentiously symbolising

Vintage hearts

Separated

By zigzagged tension

Flittered

By insect like movements

Behind screens that display

Eyeball sized illuminations

Designed

Through heartfelt aesthetic

Joint

The same way leaves intertwine

On branches

Offered as tokens

Exhaled as memories

Taken for granted

And kissed into the sunset

Overlapped on a canvas

Etched into broken skin

Set behind a focus

Which will never cease

To exist

Channelled

Into an unconscious spiel

Of desire

Leftover

From past scepticism

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Celious Blanc

a poet since birth

running in the wind

head in the stars

soul in my eyes

a contradiction of emotion

an abstract perception

an involuntary whisper

a shadow in the light.

@celiousblanc

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