Welcome to Cerulean Nocturne, an experimental poetry blog. You will find manual writings of invented language here. Delve in and undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty fifteen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.

June 26, 2011

EPICALYX



When each one shouts
from his dominion

the plexiglass warps
and stars between them.


This is what you see of
another's reality,

a clouded blur
a faceplate webbed opaque.

Togetherness as transient
and fleeting at best,

solitude forever sealed within
and taken to the depths of oblivion.

A guy shouts "see you later"
from the street.

1 comment:

  1. after the echo of his voice fades,
    up in your mindpartment,
    you discover another other;
    valleys and peaks of a fruiting reality that keys with your own,
    and others with whom you key anguplanarly,
    and together you file against one another,
    and against the rest of the world,
    buffing the purest love bullets
    that will raise the dead
    and break the glass.

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