Anima Mundi
Between laughing silks, mentalmissions, 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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