a crescendo! from the depths of my ribcage a crescendo bellows onward to beyond - ab imo pectore. the symphony of my soul is heard in all dimensions far and wide, it is divulged to you from the bottom of my heart. a tremulous waltz unfolds before my eyes and the world bows at the feet of their prophet, their Amun Ra. It is I - the Poet and her glittering eyes incessantly seeking the notes of consonance amongst the wretched racket poisoning the eardrums of those in need of beauty blooming on days of boisterous dismay!
you mustn't go astray!
a caelo usque ad centrum a caelo usque ad centrum a caelo usque ad centrum
from heaven all the way to the centre of the earth,
stability must be restored into her soul emerging from a state of disorientation. an amber crystal is gripped in the hand of the Poet enamored by the world. her eyes flood with colour - the warm ichorous fluid leaks into her sight and warmth dilutes the utter solemnity and
once again, the crescendo dims into a murky chartreuse. the macabre waltz is delightfully interrupted by quite panicky tones of relief from the charred lungs of the Poet herself because -
the waltz will begin anew and thus, she will call to the heavens all the way to the centre of the earth, acquiring godly ascendancy of virtue over vice stored in her heart to recall natural order.
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a/n: yikes, I'm kinda going through writer's block ??? it's Highly Upsetting cos I rarely use the phrase (if I do, it gets too real) so because of that, I am thinking this one is Not My Best.
take care of yourself <3
