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MARIETA MAGLAS

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 4/15/2016 |




AN EYE OF COSMOS


An all-seeing eye of cosmos opened

within me, having an epistemic sense of

power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped

wet window. 'Twas not a blue eye, yet  it was bluing.

The blues of the stars

were trickling

out of their core. Over

your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations,

suffering words

struck the silence between us. I could not

comprehend their sense- their meaning

sank in the sadness of the rain.

The blues were absorbed by this rising dreariness.

I couldn't see you. Nor could I

achieve the tranquility of my mind. However,

I might presume that God might see this.







CRYPTIC KISS


'I' is ‘Me'

'We' comes out of the ‘I'.

I don't know myself nearly

as well as I think I do, but you know

me better than anyone else.




I'm more than

this kinesthetic intelligence of us

trapped in this great chain of being that belongs to all of us,

when it gets stuck bouncing around between

this logic and this consciousness, which is

so limited that, when too much

is asked of it, it starts dropping things.




I'm realer than you,

because you're still asleep

in this world of waking reality.




I feel your cryptic kiss as

a metaphysical manifestation of your wish fulfillment,

or love. Maybe it is

a simple magnetic passion, or

only a slip of your tongue.

I don't know, but I know

that, in dreams, you kiss me. Then,

you really kiss me.




I feel your emotional need for

a happy life with a great sense of peace.




Your emotion has a feminine voice.

You are the one.

One, sometimes, means wholeness.

'I' is ‘Me'

'We' comes out of the ‘I'.






YOUR CUBIC SLANG

Enclose the closeness in your soul,

Enclose it as you enclose the ''co'' in cornucopias.

Enclose the gray transparency in your sky,

When it is so close to your coming clouds.

They are the dimples of your cognitive space,

They are hollow thoughts,

When you set your ideals at naught.

Those clouds are inside of your gray

As close as the ''co'' in the cocoon,

Those clouds are fulfilled with your leaden rain.

They are uncracked nuts waiting for a crack.

Let the rain of your Cumulonimbus storm

To fall over the lead of my pain.

Enclose inside of my lead

All your Oort clouds

Lost in your cubic slang.








BLACK AND WHITE

The reality of your dream

Is a mask turned backward

Black over white, black over white

Love over pain, love over pain.

Hey, take me to yourself.

The dream of my reality

Is the backward of that mask

Turned backward

White over black, white over black

Pain over love, pain over love.

Hey, come to me.

Come to self in self

In that place where

Everything can be

Black into white when it's taken from us

Or white into black when it's given to us.

Love into pain when is given to us.

Or pain into love when is taken from us.




Look for the mask

Intangible

Me

And

You




Alw ays the same




Looking for myself

Through you

And looking for yourself

Through me.




In that place where

Everything can be

Sometimes

Black without white and white without black

Or pain without love and love without pain




In losing control.


MARIETA MAGLAS

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