Barefoot Woman in Toga Dress Walking in Graveyard

Mystical Elegance at the Cemetery Gate

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  Mystical Elegance at the Cemetery Gate
  
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  Prompt: The first draft - Just Now - blew in beneath the door A poem destined to become... *pregnant pause* *roll of drums* The Most unSexy Poem Ever Written about The Act of Français(e) Kissing *conText* During a Loooooong walk a cup pull year's back - thRough sOMe stRAnGE proCess best deScribed as mOrbId Free(k) AssoCiatIon - Passing cemeteries were seen to be Growing teeth And my own lips beak came Upper and Lower Rumble Strips Salmon-colored Canyon lands Closed bedroom drapes Concealing a startling scene; a MetaPhor, maybe For our MortaL.it(an)y And they opened to reveal Upper and Lower Rows of ivory stone Mirrored slivermoons of headstone bones Gates that O pen and cl-se A hidden snake Entombed within Rising to Strike, or Coiling for Protection Capable of Hibernation, or of Hissing-ly rEve.aling the Auditory apples of a Sentience banished Deep with in a Vessel An emissary of envy Constricting the gnomes of the garden Tightening until it's own tale is consumed A hissing mythological cousin of the trickster Coyote, who outwardly circles - in annual rings - the pack of stray ranch dogs to find the weakling And from within these pearly gates Vibration sounds forth from beyond the tomb of the snake MeMeSss releasssed as soundsss as wordsss Magma ssspewing; Flying birdsss Ground down between these Headstone rows What once was living Returns home To the Other Sighed of our Pearly Gates... To the Other Side of the Rippling Mere... "pulp, dentin, enamel, cementum" ({being the first draft of} DisOrientAtion pOeM # 3) Our tongues push past their pearly gates - those top and bottom rows of naked bone headstones - At last, alas, to taste their mates And WE mIght rIse Up frOM oUr gRAVEs, tHat WE mEyEght pArt.ake of a taste of the tOMb of an other; Pushed forth from the wOMb of anOther mOther
  
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Prompt: The first draft - Just Now - blew in beneath the door A poem destined to become... *pregnant pause* *roll of drums* The Most unSexy Poem Ever Written about The Act of Français(e) Kissing *conText* During a Loooooong walk a cup pull year's back - thRough sOMe stRAnGE proCess best deScribed as mOrbId Free(k) AssoCiatIon - Passing cemeteries were seen to be Growing teeth And my own lips beak came Upper and Lower Rumble Strips Salmon-colored Canyon lands Closed bedroom drapes Concealing a startling scene; a MetaPhor, maybe For our MortaL.it(an)y And they opened to reveal Upper and Lower Rows of ivory stone Mirrored slivermoons of headstone bones Gates that O pen and cl-se A hidden snake Entombed within Rising to Strike, or Coiling for Protection Capable of Hibernation, or of Hissing-ly rEve.aling the Auditory apples of a Sentience banished Deep with in a Vessel An emissary of envy Constricting the gnomes of the garden Tightening until it's own tale is consumed A hissing mythological cousin of the trickster Coyote, who outwardly circles - in annual rings - the pack of stray ranch dogs to find the weakling And from within these pearly gates Vibration sounds forth from beyond the tomb of the snake MeMeSss releasssed as soundsss as wordsss Magma ssspewing; Flying birdsss Ground down between these Headstone rows What once was living Returns home To the Other Sighed of our Pearly Gates... To the Other Side of the Rippling Mere... "pulp, dentin, enamel, cementum" ({being the first draft of} DisOrientAtion pOeM # 3) Our tongues push past their pearly gates - those top and bottom rows of naked bone headstones - At last, alas, to taste their mates And WE mIght rIse Up frOM oUr gRAVEs, tHat WE mEyEght pArt.ake of a taste of the tOMb of an other; Pushed forth from the wOMb of anOther mOther

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The first draft - Just Now - blew in beneath the door A poem destined to become... *pregnant pause* *roll of drums* The Most unSexy Poem Ever Written about The Act of Français(e) Kissing *conText* During a Loooooong walk a cup pull year's back - thRough sOMe stRAnGE proCess best deScribed as mOrbId Free(k) AssoCiatIon - Passing cemeteries were seen to be Growing teeth And my own lips beak came Upper and Lower Rumble Strips Salmon-colored Canyon lands Closed bedroom drapes Concealing a startling scene; a MetaPhor, maybe For our MortaL.it(an)y And they opened to reveal Upper and Lower Rows of ivory stone Mirrored slivermoons of headstone bones Gates that O pen and cl-se A hidden snake Entombed within Rising to Strike, or Coiling for Protection Capable of Hibernation, or of Hissing-ly rEve.aling the Auditory apples of a Sentience banished Deep with in a Vessel An emissary of envy Constricting the gnomes of the garden Tightening until it's own tale is consumed A hissing mythological cousin of the trickster Coyote, who outwardly circles - in annual rings - the pack of stray ranch dogs to find the weakling And from within these pearly gates Vibration sounds forth from beyond the tomb of the snake MeMeSss releasssed as soundsss as wordsss Magma ssspewing; Flying birdsss Ground down between these Headstone rows What once was living Returns home To the Other Sighed of our Pearly Gates... To the Other Side of the Rippling Mere... "pulp, dentin, enamel, cementum" ({being the first draft of} DisOrientAtion pOeM # 3) Our tongues push past their pearly gates - those top and bottom rows of naked bone headstones - At last, alas, to taste their mates And WE mIght rIse Up frOM oUr gRAVEs, tHat WE mEyEght pArt.ake of a taste of the tOMb of an other; Pushed forth from the wOMb of anOther mOther

More about Mystical Elegance at the Cemetery Gate

Black and white photo of a young woman with curly hair wearing a white toga-like dress and a bracelet on her left wrist, standing barefoot in front of an ancient, ornate, arched iron gate of a cemetery. She is looking down, with her left hand near her hair and her right hand holding her dress. Vines and leaves are growing on the stone structures of the gate. In the background there are several gravestones and trees. A large field of green grass is visible in the background and foreground. The text on the left hand side of the image reads: "blew in beneath theo Now the doon destined to become... *pregnarr pause* roll of tolrr of drums* The Most unSexy Poem Ever Written about The Act of Rrowy toith And my onen... 5 the and Lower François'c(se) Kissing". On the right hand side, there is a gravestone with carved text: "Carerisato ise 606 200 WAGALUM CSIRARDE EN HOUS Gure blavas 1014 Вен tve Zepse Dog cousis DIG ROO NEW ETTE pause banan NOID FERNS LUAR AXIO freist