Sudeep Adhikari
Kathmandu, Nepal
Tree is a fractalscape
A shape of silence stands green
on the skeletal wood-bones
and the other day, it wept
the entire sky, criss-crossed clouds
and her thunderous
lightening gloom.
A tree is the shortest distance
between two infinities,
she is not a straight line.
Above and beneath, ether and soil
a songster tree, sweetly conjures
the ancient alchemy
of "coniunctio Oppositorium".
a deathless God, resides in a finite flesh
fractal conjoined.
River
of Fire-Molecules
A
lucent ember, flickers and shivers
breathes
my soul with the flair
of a newlywed
gossamer
of amour
rosy
pearls.
All
the shapes of fire you craft
disconcerting
array of dazzles
weaves
the astral trance
of
a sleeping witch
beams
the dreams of
an
amnesiac enchantress.
Dear,
I am your forgotten dream
a
lost treatise of a medieval alchemist
who
died in a vineyard
ecstatic
and drunk
like
a punk.
You,
my protean deity
spark
of all my quasars and pulsars
you
are the lonely one
singular
and naked
and
I am your god, without a shrine
everytime
you dance
on
my elegies on thoughts .
You
are, what I say you are not
you
are not, what I say you are
the revelry of all wines
cocktailed
buzz
an
algorithm to
all
of my cosmic codes.
A
supreme absence, you
how
you erase your own self
to
live a life, deathless;
A
deconstructing void
a
self-effacing eraser
dearest
you
madness
of my madnesses. 
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