Art

Incandescencia Infernal – Jonathan Hine

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no exit

her phantom
is among
phantoms
and there
is no
escape
as her
contours
sway
under
pulsing
skies.
she tells
me her
secrets
and
leads
me
in
my
dreams

 

*

 
violence in gasps
 
lovely are the mirrors burning
in the dark filigree
 
light blown across the endless moon’s blue
chasms of phasing vibration
 
flourishing shapes upon rays of perfection,
a gourged illusion
 
madness condensed within
optimal divine resonance
 
violet wrist imprints that, while dripping
do resonate experience
 
birthed wisps,
palpable and thoroughly bad
 
 
 
 
blazing radiance
 
heaven swirls
with pure,
emanating fires
& leagues of
screaming light.
angels surge,
flickering
and swaying
among immaculate
& violent rays
 
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