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My Visions of Mondrian

The figureless worlds
And spirits roar,
And Mondrian trees
That soar
Up high to space,
Spreading branches
On which planets are hanged
As fruits.

The small amount of
Verbal ability drained,
As their roots dig deep
Within my mind,
Bowed in orgasmic tension.
Beats of astral music
Make my flesh vibrate.
In flashes matter appear
And then disappear
And through the microseconds
I break.

Another brush motion,
In this everdynamic painting,
As I ejaculate myself
Into this undressed choas,
A dying star,
Unleashing my colors,
To fertile all essence.

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First poem I wrote in English a few years ago