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By Aspen Marie Published about a year ago 1 min read
Top Story - May 2025
Photograph: Antonio Francis

Phanes pressed his thumb to my brow

Bringing to life my universe

This self-concept, roughly shaped

through compression and expansion

Self-analysis awakened

By literature’s hammer

Drubbing the insensate crust

Of stagnant minds

Human geodes

Disguise crystalline truths

Cracked open; inspected

Through defamiliarization

We write to figure out

Who we are

What elements embed themselves

Upon the substrate

Of cognition’s cavern

Glittering stalagmites

Intrepid deposits of steady minerals

Fiction, poetry, criticism

Their rhythmic dripping

Of knowledge and inspiration

Erect stone obelisks

A computer can make anything we dictate

But it cannot WANT to create

Yet worlds are invoked

Through the flow of a simple stylus

Each heterocosmos formed with care

To be self-contradictory as a writer

Is an exploration; to question is

To carve each character

With a facet of consciousness

A signet engraved; unique stamp

Of the human condition

Diamonds are encased

within transient truths

A single kairos introspection

Made precious in our eyes; over time

Axioms are exquisitely assembled

By masters of their craft

Fashioning Aionic Crown Jewels

That will withstand eternity

Dwarfing mountains

With their magnitude

And majesty

Free Verse

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Aspen Marie

In love with life and all of its foibles.

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    Written by Aspen Marie