The big 'O' cums, from outside of time, descends into
vibrational mediums that whales and elephants consciously sense first. These octaves
of enchantment are beyond comparison, as slowly, crescendos converge in from all-space
concentricities. The palate of being, as elementals, is then first stirred. The
heart, as the first receptor of all-space influence, takes up the embrace as
expansive embodiment, ethereal without knowing as a consequence, alert without
excitement, presence given as first bloom. Inklings as delicates are scouting
for forthcoming rivers. Otherworldliness is seeking tangents for the
cross-weaves. Our nervous systems are made of ignited swans’ luminescence.
Reverberations, as voracious talons, are digging deeply within our light-bearing
forms. A source point on the heart becomes as a drum skin for our soul of all
souls to bellow. Genitalia, as drumsticks, are soon effortlessly set-aside, as
the drum of it, plays itself within a whole body please. The full extent of the
expanding bloom fills each aura, as there are no cells of our beings left to
audience. The clock, as if of time, no more has face or hands. The sweep of it,
as we are all reverent to that heed leaves the surface of time exposed then we springboard off, as
time is left behind. The continuum becomes a makeover of enchantment. The spell
is as binding as deep soul-oneness is familiar. Storylines for the each of us,
are discovered as spent wicks before this vigil. Ignited we are, beyond our
means to assess or attend as these personalized undulations have no frame or
reference. The big O has transformed of itself. This big Orgasm is actually the
precursor of Oneness, yet within oneself, but then becoming, as the collective is
vibrationally personified . . .
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