in other words {tekst zonder titel}



submerged
in a deep and silent ocean
drifting numb through soft green waters
oblivious to the deathly chill paralyzed
in an icy chamber of darkness
and the waters swirl about

a whirlpool
of time and space
there is no death no pain no reality
suspended in a frozen crystal contracting
into fragile shell of
pearlescent ice

the warm snow flutters softly
and the blue-green flames
are luminous in the twilight
a thousand shimmering sparks
melting thawing
and the fire is bright

glittering liquid
beads of violet water
gilded spangles falling
falling from the ceiling
of the crystal cavern
an earthquake of coloured lights

and molten emeralds
neon flashes of pain
and tortured hell of opal shadows
phosphorescent
the blinding mosaic of
a million kaleidoscopic prisms

throbbing in the white heat
of translucent existence
grim and parched
the desert shores
and like a sea of platinum sand
the waves of air are thin

and half of black is white
suffocating
the bubble bursts
wisps of poison thick and green
encompass the quivering leaves
the dull sun spins across the air

plunging deeper
into the choking lake of thought
a blazing disc
and orange rays crushing the last moist vapor
the very soul made then of truth
stabs the shattering brilliancy

with mirror-knife
end writhes in pain itself
and the ideal transcends its purpose
and the sea swallows up the desert
the jungle the diamond glacier
and quenches the fires of hell

there is no death no pain
no reason to deny oneself
this solitary happiness
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