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.

April 26, 2013

MESHPASSER



"Frontier called, huh.

It yawned after it

swallowed, is all.

Try exploring it--

you will collide

off an absent wall

--a pixilnation bleached

in the noise matrix."


~


humax 

[husherring in a just provision 
with this introduction of a viral meme
set for self propagation with extreme
results to manifest in the far flung
future when we're long gone and sung]








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