tint-Taint (ambivalences)


painting is by Georges Lemmen, The Beach at Heist, c. 1891/2, Musée d’Orsay Paris ~
Tint-taint (ambivalences)…
Whenever naughty mind Led feet veer stealthily Towards the “taboo” Je ne sais quoi~
Her words still reverberate Halting mid-step, burning Droopy lobes, paled by Gray spraying years
Even after full spectrum events Experienced by mutual choices or not- Licensed by vermilion streak* in hair, My childish mind still remains parched
External stimuli splash across spirit’s vision Awakening thoughts’ kundalini vis a vis life’s Gives and takes and I feel pointillist graphics Forming across unprimed state of mind
Splashed variegated drops from said stimuli Do tint inner spaces proving company, places, Events do have the power to rub off, corrupting Unawares as responses unknowingly get tweaked
Water-proof Macs maybe duck like, still they Do get wet outside; immune, unmoved, detached Are wonderful words and I am its biggest culprit Yet I find myself colored, tinted time and again
Yes, no, I am not an island~
(warning: am unable to vouch for coherency of this poem) ~
Kundalini: the yogic life force that is held to lie coiled at the base of the spine until it is aroused and sent to the head to trigger enlightenment
Vermilion streak: during Hindu marriage ceremony groom fills bride’s parted hair with vermilion ~


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