Dravyn C. Geoff

Muse

Dravyn C. Geoff

Her gaze is the Liberation of confession Cauterized by bouquets. She Crawls out of the spaces to surf Wavelengths, insisting on epiphany’s Dance of esoteric rhythms, embracing Scented grass stains while simultaneously Savoring Indian burns with molten veins that Frenzy galactic neurons lounging languidly upon Fission licks delighting electron fireworks floating Within limbo. Hiccupping content on rich intoxication Of sharing interconnection’s lessons while tracing Fractoid maps hinting the location of whispered Steps sultrily gasping through rouge streaks Of steam, dangling the kingdom’s keys Blindly before the mirrored mysteries Behind yet behind and then behind The spinning extremes revealing Giggling springs silhouetted By pristine clearings to tap Tendencies and shake the Lapels of sauntering Karma bags who Grease routine.

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