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Array ( [sid] => 129259 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Nascency of the Cosmos [time] => 2006-12-11 00:59:06 [hometext] => I made this about two years ago; I was thinking about publishing it... [bodytext] => A ululating speck
In a circular prop
Is shown without others
As a keyway into
A time that doesn't stop.

Warped to be constructed
By outside adjustments
Into a free soma
With hopes, thoughts, and ideals,
But in dark with comments.

A frail mind's finale
Only exports us to
A bright swirling spectrum
Of colors undefined
By a point that goes through.

A line of chromism
Flaunts an open chasm
Of many meteors
That encircle the pit
With enthusiasm.

The objects disannul
In the orbs of the mind
Cascading an effect
Of a cataclysm
To a wave underlined.

The envisioned white waves
Enwind around the sphere.
The small spot that exists
Finds it interesting,
It continues to leer.

The line starts to implode
Upon the huge circle
The spot becomes afraid
Of what the future holds,
It seeks a reversal.

The waves start to engulf
This orb so light and high,
Covering every inch
Of the speck's quiet realm
While it begins to pry.

The world splits apart,
Each section goes outward
Into an infinite
universe of crimson,
and forever forward.

Segregation has come.
Through the canthus there's light;
Expanding from the left,
Reality beams in
With all of its great might.

Alas, a new province
Has come into full view,
The world of the real
Is different from the
Biosphere of the new. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 279 [topic] => 73 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

A Nascency of the Cosmos

Contributed by skyhawk432 on Monday, 11th December 2006 @ 12:59:06 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

A ululating speck
In a circular prop
Is shown without others
As a keyway into
A time that doesn't stop.

Warped to be constructed
By outside adjustments
Into a free soma
With hopes, thoughts, and ideals,
But in dark with comments.

A frail mind's finale
Only exports us to
A bright swirling spectrum
Of colors undefined
By a point that goes through.

A line of chromism
Flaunts an open chasm
Of many meteors
That encircle the pit
With enthusiasm.

The objects disannul
In the orbs of the mind
Cascading an effect
Of a cataclysm
To a wave underlined.

The envisioned white waves
Enwind around the sphere.
The small spot that exists
Finds it interesting,
It continues to leer.

The line starts to implode
Upon the huge circle
The spot becomes afraid
Of what the future holds,
It seeks a reversal.

The waves start to engulf
This orb so light and high,
Covering every inch
Of the speck's quiet realm
While it begins to pry.

The world splits apart,
Each section goes outward
Into an infinite
universe of crimson,
and forever forward.

Segregation has come.
Through the canthus there's light;
Expanding from the left,
Reality beams in
With all of its great might.

Alas, a new province
Has come into full view,
The world of the real
Is different from the
Biosphere of the new.

Copyright © skyhawk432 ... [ 2006-12-11 00:59:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A Nascency of the Cosmos (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 11th December 2006 @ 01:04:44 AM AEST
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Incredible as always.
huggs,
emy

Re: A Nascency of the Cosmos (User Rating: 1 )
by Errious on Monday, 11th December 2006 @ 07:51:17 AM AEST
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From: NDean not Errious
WOW cool poem
Half the words I dont understand but the poem sounds good anyway. Well done
:D

Re: A Nascency of the Cosmos (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 11th December 2006 @ 09:54:03 AM AEST
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I loved the line a frail minds finale.....

Entire write incredible and yes you should publish it.

Michelle

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