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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