AoExpanse
AoExpanse
. . . . . . . . . . . . .. original poetry .
. by @d-pend .
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with images by Qauz,
Exhibit-The-Mad,
and Mina7
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Ao(青)Expanse
Hark the synaptic blue,
whose spread lumens obscure
shades of space
(the snakebite stars,
a barrel of gem-eyed eels
capped by blinding orb.)
Here below,
the dirt-mottled brow.
Sealed in cautious appraisals,
caterpillar phased through brutal aeons
crawling towards the endless.
Words continually fail,
tumbling through organic matrix.
They shudder in writhing implosions,
launched into the terran undergrid.
Avalanching aquatic crystals
re-evaporate to celestia
to rain down subetheric
on earthskin once again.
Space redeemed by space,
the reductions all reneged.
Platitudes uncrippled
in cosmic syllogism
and shock.
Reason self-reified,
absurd to the rational eye
housed in neural cerulean
spins ao-silica sky.
. Original poetry .
. Written by @d-pend .
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. 8/13/18 .
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. What is Ao? (青/あお) .
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. Image credits .
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1 ... "Blue Sky" by Exhibit-The-Mad [cropped]
2 ... "Appearance of Star" by Qauz
3 ... "Sky" by Mina7
One of the reasons i keep coming back to your blog is because, besides the fascinating topics you discuss in your poetry and the beautiful images you always manage to impress us with, your use of language is unique, in the most frustrating sense of the word.
As many users have stated, it's simply put, hard to understand: it takes some time, but it is worth it.
I love the fact that your poetry keeps me working on language; on vocabulary. It's refreshing.
Oversimplification has its risks.
It can't simply be said that the color game we see in the physical world; the blue and the gray that are replicated in our own bodies at an even smaller scale, are part of this mega design with very complex physical laws and properties that even when we can't understand them, by experiencing them and appreciating the effect of their work, we become one with creation.
We want to be reasonable and, through our logical explanations, self explain ourselves; our planet downsized to a blue and silicone ball radiating sparks though a universe as vast as our our nervous system is to the tiniest neuron.
It may not make much sense to the common eye/brain, but we can feel the sparks that radiate from the tip of our fingers all the way throughout our bodies when we touch ice, or fire or a sharp edge; and we can tell the difference when that finger touches another finger or, even better, a whole lot of AO-silica skin.
Perceiving the natural world, beyond the limitations of the senses, is an experience without equal. Vibrate in the colors, fill the eyes with greenish blues amaze the spirit, calm it down and make it feel at home. That fusion of the spirit with the colors of nature, creates the cosmic expansion, the flow with the whole and rise and fall again: The cycle of the blues that nourishes the earth and with that, to humanity.
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These are an incredibly impeccable lines, Dan. :D
come for the pictures, stay for the lines ;D
love posts like these
Oh dear, this is absoultely and completely brilliant. It is not only about what you say, but also the way in which you choose to say it.
It all comes together perfectly
Your selection of words is pretty sophisticated.. 😉
Very nice photo