Challenge appected (poetry prompt) for prose that echoed the senusal, like Marvin, infused with the estoeric for those can who hear it. So... here is what I conscripted at moment's notice:Support Black Creators: we can’t be shook, if you buy our books and then, when you go and tell a friend. We are paying it foward then.
The exquisiteness of
the labyrinthine contours
loses the wanderer in
that which intertwines
likened to thighs or
segues to galaxies
that are paramount… or parallel
to the divine –
gon’ and tell… for those longing
for a taste –
in a place perpendicular
to haste…
hard pause
or about face…
as the humbled are known
to aspire… to quench fires
in stations
of grace…
those keys…
repurposed for overriding curses
versus being
scattered into
random frequencies
of interdimensional pangs…
sentenced to drown in the surging waters.
while the congregation exclaims:
“Ain’t that a crying shame?”
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