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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 19, 2021 0:28:26 GMT -6
Attachment DeletedThe Hatter hides his madness by polymorphing into the March Hare who climbs up the spiral staircase of the rose vine that is his DNA to a grownup Alice’s boudoir where her glacial gaze deepens into fathomless fjords. There the high wire lottery of gene dice is rolled until the galaxies contained in their cells are woven into a living Scheherazade motif.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jan 19, 2021 11:20:44 GMT -6
Very interesting, John. Image is perfectly beautiful fantasy.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 19, 2021 12:59:57 GMT -6
Thanks so much my friend. The words were symbolism to echo the image. Very glad you enjoyed.
Johm
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Post by simpledip on Jan 21, 2021 6:49:18 GMT -6
Bows deeply to John.
Life is like the curved clay chalice aged over the years to its current imperfection. - Dip
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jan 21, 2021 20:13:31 GMT -6
Hi, Dip.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 21, 2021 22:54:46 GMT -6
Love that poem interpretation Dip my friend. It fits with the Japanese idea of Wabi-sabi or beauty in imperfection. Bows deeply, John
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