Two poems by Brycical

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we are
shiva & shakti alpa camasca
formed by logos

everywhere in all things
at once
(manifest [dust) to (dust] manifest)

vibration dancing all at once
through all
existing as one
like the dancer and dance
annica
singing the primordial aum.

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Striped Shirt’s Lament

Your scent

lingers. 

Months later, the e c h o

of that weekend clings - 

faintly 

to the cloth.  

That smell of serene embraces
us fastened to each other
like the cloth--

only unbinding for 4am pizza.
Even then, we fed off each other.

The stripes' direction pointed
to our timelines colliding,
creating t w i s t e d
rhythmic
patterns
breaking the notion of linear perception
into a sphere
p
l
a
n
t
e

d
in each other's hippocampus
that grew into a radiating fire flower.

The aroma of singed decisions
melting into awkward, babbled kisses
burning bright
as we ignored the smokey scent
scarring our scalps,
wafts around the woven cloths.

Smells
like exploding stripes
as we tried to control the garden
of the flowers we planted.
But the kindling poppedpop pop...

popped--

igniting into black smoke burning

choking our conscious realities

of crumbling relationships

and stagnant habitat anxieties

until we put it out.

stomped it out
and began repairing the lines
so they may continue
in their respective directions...

Author bio:

Brycical’s head isn’t the only thing in the clouds. A born traveler, he’s frequently found in airports or in the sky, traversing time zones both physically and in astral form. He travels because words are everywhere, and this is why Brycical is constantly scribbling something down.