Long Inverting Poems

I'm continuing to read Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
although now with Antonio Damasio's "Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the [WinWin Creolizing-Bilateral] Conscious Brain."

Right now,
Dr. Gordon is discussing various academic attempts,
and some of them actual...

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He speaks an uncomplex language,
a simpler time and all the more better
for he to not contemplate the ways of the Sun -
revolving around in his mind,
burning synapsis, conjoining 
an onyx ringed Saturn unmasked 
(they say...

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With each starry night,I chart the lines and listen,
touching every light,the brighten corset of Heaven,
shapely images...which awes inspired minds,
dazzles of greatness are a rarity too find...

Connecting dots,with each passing constellation,
refining thoughts from a vivid imagination,
as...

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Ethereal, fleeting, incandescent
I grasp loosely at the airiness
So vibrant on the escarpment
X-rays pass through bone and flesh
Leaving no mark
I hold emptiness

Where are the diamonds?
Filling my fingertips?
Brushing my lips?
Tickling my tongue?
Lingering within my heart?
Eternity breaks open
Inverting...

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BASTION of TRADITION
  the erstwhile
 contemporary
surreally clustered
 together
mellowed
 to  an extent
that
 immortality
still  appeals
 driven by
an  impulse
of
 isolation
against still
prevailing
 then
but
now forgotten
  bourgeoisie

 then
 surely
antagonising
stunted
&
 scandalous
 outpost of
controversy
of
inverting imagery

errors in society
the motif
producing
a
furore
against
of moral
 decay
&against
in mistrust
of in
authority

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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The ergley-girgley men head south,
Inverting their insides to go out,
Never speaking, only winking
At the waddley ones who wash
Their clothes in bleach to kill the flies.
Oh, the rank of it.

The waddley ones are wide mouthed with...

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Ireland's James Joyce was a wizard with words,
inventing, inverting, morphemes nouns and verbs,
hiding perversion, pornography too,
under a language that only he knew.
Our own times Bob Dylan's a master of rhyme,
who expressed all our hopes, and...

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Stars spark from a deeping, clear, blue winter sky as 
the moon prepares to enter the scene, stage left.

A breeze sweeps away the last blushes of sunlight and 
evening caroling-bells, ring like wind-chimes.

The evening chill...

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I am heavy hot and mad
attracted by the same virtue in man
as I move in leaps and bounces
a puzzlement to the mind
shake the earth like a rag
as it speeds on its axis and wobbles
inverting magnetism...

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