Magnolia Lafleur

By: Magnolia Lafleur

She wanted to sink into the sweet nectar pulsating inside the belly of bloomed flowers,

unreachable in a towering tree.

Her fluttered hope, in need of a soberly affirming place of rest.

After years of arduous labor, she twirled into a perched position,

calling upon the celestial spaces to reveal its power.

She felt it encircling yet eluding her’;

mystical dreams wrapped inside the capricious fold of a Cheshire Cat grin

She closed her eyes and imagined herself as a dulcet beast,

clothed in regality & seated at the right hand of calmness;

With great longing for the parallel universes to tangle and resurrect her

But with each moment of ascension her eyes were met by the plummeting trunks of helpless trees

and the abandoned cry of rusted desperation.

Unmoving energy arose the tumultuous beast inside.

Breathing forth in a paroxysm of rage; the battle to self-devour had begun.

The internal workings of a beast not put to rest dangerously desiring to be heard, spilled over.

And where screaming met her lips an eye appeared,

silencing vexation and illuminating three actualities:

The first,

 a street lined with the paradox of smog engulfed by a procession of cherry blossom trees.

The second,

an Egyptian proverb spelled in the ink of curled white clouds settled upon a black night.

And finally, with no origin or end,

 a dancing rainbow, driven by madness and awash in playfull delight.

Defeated by visions, she slept.

And as she dreamt, the trees overhead, in a rapturous intercourse, swallowed her.

Freed with joyful appreciation, she surrendered

 and piece, by piece, by peace, she floated away.

Only to be awakened by the serene movement of wind and gravity.

Metamorphosed this time, not as a fearful beast but as a pendant in the sky, non-yielding to the stars, she bore the world.

And in the belly of her arms, the glowing earth, basking in the sweet nectar of her sovereignty to create,  slept in sedate watchfulness.

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 The Dancing Beasts Illusions

By:Magnolia

She wanted to sink into the sweet nectar pulsating inside the belly of bloomed flowers,

unreachable in a towering tree.

Her fluttered hope, in need of a soberly affirming place of rest.

After years of arduous labor, she twirled into a perched position, calling upon the celestial spaces to reveal its power.

She felt it encircling yet eluding her, mystical dreams wrapped inside the capricious fold of a Cheshire Cat grin.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself as a dulcet beast, clothed in regality & seated at the right hand of calmness;

With great longing for the parallel universes to tangle and resurrect her.

But with each moment of ascension her eyes were met by the plummeting trunks of helpless trees and the abandoned cry of rusted desperation.

Unmoving energy arose the tumultuous beast inside.

Breathing forth in a paroxysm of rage; the battle to self-devour had begun.

The internal workings of a beast not put to rest, dangerously desiring to be heard, spilled over;

And where screaming met her lips an eye appeared, silencing vexation and illuminating three actualities:

The first, a street lined with the paradox of smog engulfed by a procession of cherry blossom trees.

The second, an Egyptian proverb spelled in the ink of curled white clouds settled upon a black night

And finally, with no origin or end, a dancing rainbow, driven by madness and awash in playful delight.

Defeated by visions, she slept.

And as she dreamt, the trees overhead, in a rapturous intercourse, swallowed her.

Freed with joyful appreciation, she surrendered and piece by piece by piece, she floated away.

Only to be awakened by the serene movement of wind and gravity.

Metamorphosed, this time, not as a fearful beast but as a pendant in the sky, non-yielding to the stars, she bore the world.

And in the belly of her arms, the glowing earth, basking in the sweet nectar of her sovereignty to create,  slept in sedate watchfulness.