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 seventeen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.
April 26, 2013
"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."
[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]
seeded by shaun