Anima Mundi

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Anima Mundi

Between laughing silks, mental
missions, and musings, we are
ubiquitous soul; Anima Mundi:
the quintessence of all things.

We are warriors, brave
psychedelic warriors,
dropping, with anticipation,
to a red light piano concerto.

Alchemical matter falling in,
She into me and I into her;
We will play godmother to
each other’s celestial pieces.

Body parts become a solar
plexus of neural highways;
pooled sensations revolving
with recently evolved purpose.

Between laughing silks, mental
missions, and musings, we are
ubiquitous soul; Anima Mundi:
the quintessence of all things.

C. Sunny McNair © 2014

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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