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I heard the light.

A mind suspended above/beyond the suspension of existence.

The ying-yangular intermingling of thought

                                            chilled breath


the clayascular impression of life upon death,

razor blade(d) air upon paper-mache lungs;

for I have kissed

the welding art of it.

The multilayered, subatomic, submerging of the curvature of falling,


into the gruelling and pulverising twang of uncertainty.


Breaths apart.

                  Unmarred flesh.

                                     The concave complexity of continuity.





The danger of believing

                             i am


                           to being.                


The void devoid of the absence of non-existence.


The prison of security in solid ground

I have drowned myself in my own stability.

In sanity

there is hesitation.


                       Cardovascular corruption of the cosmos/chaos.

Hiatus from hiatus



excruciatingly alive.

-Eva M.M.

I adore this poem and really hope that you see the many layers that fell into place within it. Thank you for reading, commenting, asking questions and everything in between and beyond.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”



I am the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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