Saturday, March 3, 2018

The Eve Of Starvation Comments

Rating: 5.0

It turns out, and with all spiritual sincerity, I belong to the Eve of Starvation.
An infinity objectifying its own existence, I slaughter the opportunity of eternal nothingness, weaving flesh from a pendulum struck by a tear of lightning.
Everything tilts but never turns, seemingly capsizing without ever fully being sunk.
This rare moment we call the universe cherishing its own existence is pure negation.
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Leon Moon
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Kumarmani Mahakul 03 March 2018

Nothing else in this material world belongs to us. Everything is perishable except soul. You have wonderful vision for this poem. This is very brilliantly penned...10

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Leon Moon 05 March 2018

Thanks, enjoy your poetry; reminds me of when I first saw the Sun... Go check out the latest one if you like these or dm if you want to see the ones which I consider better than the basic ones I post on here, they explore new forms and techniques of poetry, and approaching it, I have a structure of language and all sorts if you're interested! :) Peace & Love

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