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[missingislands]

whisked into the center of space,
Which unfurls in an aurora of orgasmic light
Before opening wide, like a jungle orchid
For a love-struck bee, then goes liquid,
Paint-in-water, and then guaze wafting out and off,
Before, finally, the night tide, luminescent
And vague, swirls in, and on and on. . . .

(excerpt from My god, it's full of stars)

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Full of stars

[novanglus]

In the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.

[huinare]

The language and imagery you use is so evocative. For someone whose first language is not English, you have a far better command of the language than many native speakers I come across daily.

Looking up, one day, and seeing green light playing through leaves; feeling something almost painful, but good.

This is probably about how I felt about autumn leaves. Autumn has always been by far my favorite season; I feel so connected to it that it confuses me greatly that I wasn't born in October or November.

[engarian]

The waysigns of life are the guideposts that mark our return through memory and our journeys through time. You express several of yours so beautifully through your finger, the window, the first harp, etc. Such a lovely walk through the things that helped to shape you as you are today.

- Erulisse (one L)