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Lily

Between life and death,
I saw why I’d lived.

She grows on the peninsula
That squeezes gently into a jungle of waves
And as you dive
Into the sleeping, dreaming lakebed mist,
From which we are peacefully born,
And into which we will peacefully sink,
She seems to stem out of the shipwrecked clouds
Nestled between the real and the right.
Dragging holes in the silt,
I absorb the blinking blooms of liquefied turquoise,
Ignited with seeds of the sun,
As they graze the iron bars behind my own.
Solidified fire pulsating in her heart
Radiates warm beads of serenity
Into the ambient wind,
Who seems to break apart his flow
As he, alongside my spirit, weaves through her hair-
As if he means to freeze
And inhale her breath, or image,
And then twists into a hurricane
As he sprints on in ecstasy.
With a fire and the seas swimming in her mind,
Her gaze floats on the cliffs that flank at her shadow,
Over which the green glow of smoke and lights
Drowns with war vibes and darkens the sky,
And the sun dims as she sighs gently,
As if sighing for the world forever will make her more of its mother.
Her fiery guardian eclipses with the mountains
As darkness dips into the mist, like a rain of ink into the sea,
And slinks up us like ivy.
As a moon rolls about in a velvet sky,
Reflecting a brighter light beside me,
Granting the heavens their glow,
She blooms smooth, violet petals of rose into the round stillness-
They catch each other, collapse upon each other,
Stacking to form the night sky- the darkness only seems dark.
With every revolving dawn,
Her love, my disease and remedy, life within death,
Contrives the sky from her bliss.
Yet today, the sunrise seeps through the rocks beneath us, pink and unseen,
And the weeks of the moon pass as the shadows entwine us to dissolve into one with themselves,
As she and I are one in each other.
The mist expands, slipping, synthesizing with my bloodstream,
And as all else but her becomes one vision of hazy surrealism,
My spirit bounds forward to transcend my eyes
And plunge into the mist of an unknown reality,
Of her, and of no one besides her.
At the speed of my blood, exceeding light,
My spirit becomes frozen by the silt, chaining me from transfiguration,
And by the halting image of purple flames clawing at the horizon.
Beside me, as real in this world as much as the next,
Her back snaps in thunder at the knowledge of what would soon pass.
After millennia of watching the dance of the waves,
The cliffs begin to mimic the flow, the landslide descends down its back,
As she breathes in fire with the air, entombed in spirit,
Arching into the earth that made her, and into the earth that enveloped her.
All I know is gone, and all I see is still.

Revelation came in solemn erasing
As the lost reality fades out of itself,
As the world is uprooted, as the clouds swimmingly return into the cosmos,
As the velvet sky wilts, falling leaves of shadow descend, the Autumn of eternal winter,
The earth vanishing in blankets of corporeal dusk,
And I, incinerating into void, am no more than the wind.
The black waves, dissolving me as they rise past my feet, drape up the mountains,
Yet, as I float, I find myself melting into mist, transfigured,
Unified with the mist that is this sublime world, alone,
Besides the figure of her,
Living, standing tall, and my spirit,
Growing near.