Negura Bunget

Uprising Follow

Negura Bunget


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Drowned in the un­known of this Black Sea,
My for­ev­er swal­lowed body,
Whirling grows to my deep­est fright
Into the dark­est depths of noth­ing­ness

I dip my head into the water,
The pres­sure that drains my shape,
Push­es me away be­yond my lim­its,
Pulls me back in the warmth of the known.

...I strike away...
but my twin is ris­ing...
...and vi­brat­ing to­geth­er
With the di­aphanous flow.

Splash­es in a thou­sand drops of aware­ness
Oceans drag­ging me to­geth­er,
Wash­ing away all fates
And all that could ever be.

I look at the great well of the uni­verse,
Where my body lies still hang­ing.
My vis­cer­al seethes are sweat­ing.
Dis­solv­ing tis­sue in this pain
Through liv­ing, roughs be­come alight­ed.
Liq­ue­fy­ing my sub­tle sub­stance,
From stone to flesh
And flesh through wit.

The steam is tear­ing out of me.
The va­pors are breathed
Into the plas­ma's newly born cav­i­ty,
With en­light­ened vis­cos­i­ty.

In the womb of Kos­mos
A glis­ten­ing hoard has been woven...
A vir­gin ethe­re­al glob­ule spring­ing
In a pneu­mat­ic liv­ing.
Heir of an old hered­i­ty,
Height­en­ing until the Oc­ta­he­dron is glid­ing
The final step into the up­ris­ing fol­lows.