Dear inheritor of a dying world

we call thee to a living beauty

trespass the queerdom of noetic noise 

beneath the identified casket

 where ‘birds’ become flying feathered trunks

and ‘flowers’ a most voluptuous situation

 come to glimpse Nature’s nature

in it’s interactive fullness

speaking from sensuous inflection and self-evident gesticulation

in tubular, tentacular and spinacular manifestations

  which pour out of each other into themselves

their I-mage

abstracted, exfoliated and transfigured

by one’s own participative bio-sensor

All so

in possession and procession

of that hidden poet

Kether in Malkuth

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