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Ode Poetry

Metaphorous Mind Matter

A fine shrine to adorn words

And in a heartbeat my ink it cried 
Bleeding words

And like phosphorus beams 
Something vibrant and colorful 
Came to life

A metaphorous stillbirth of characters 
Indulged, of my mind matter

Farfetched from the stormy 
Gaseous aeons
Where chaos ravage into the silence
Where atoms dance lavishly 
Into darkness

And in a heartbeat My ink transfused 
Into concrete words.

By Eiravel

I am married, and I have two sons. I live on the island of Mauritius. I love to write fiction, poems, and blog. I've self-published a science-fiction book (Darcocyte). I aspire to make a living through my creative writings. I am a very passionate person. I love the sublime and the strange; and I am also interested in all types and forms of art that pleases my mind.

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