Mise-en-scene of the stars within the closed vulgate of Hermitian space
You are on surface of an accelerated xion towards anonymous eternity (VOU-TAS structural shape = qei-eternal sub-atomic)
The particle knows the presence of the wave after the collapse
Galactic mass extinctions in the centroid of the glass-time pyramid unfolds another existence
Consciousness alone is the carrier of all these forces
Memory buried beneath the tracks that lead to Auschwitz
The grass is now golden after the deluge of the red fossils of birth
Dying every hour and germinating the seeds that makes time the time it is (kaler uttoron)
Poetry comes with music and dance as the country yokel comes with a banjo
Fellini was the bard in the association of poets making laughter hide the sadness it bore
Wings of Bellerophon disappeared in the sky showing the rustic signs of the Night and Fog
War on wars got us nothing – we are the dumb climbers in the game of ascension
After years of crucifixion we still have crucified ourselves with our means
No one lives near the star of infancy where light is a strange play of its own darkness
The road is that we create for the destiny of our greater lives
Home away from home is far or near on the observer’s point of observation
That itself is the Cinema Paradiso of today and tomorrow
The camera walks holding your hand knowing to know the things that are out there crying
Howling in the seas or in the steps of the canyon, or, screaming out there like a scratch on the bark
Forests of madness curls the page of the green stone (Adi Adi Chintamani)
Crystalline blue lights and the pagan home
The dry tree is the corpse of the Tyger burning bright
That fire swept over the dancing naked lair’s hair locks
Lightning seized the sword of the sea
And killed the monsters of etcetera
He who is born is now free to take his part in the eternal creation
Bon-Bon-Yung-Yinghom-Yaya-Yiyi
-Joy Roy Choudhury