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Smoldering from the depths of me,
Smoke rises.
Out my vented chest
Butterflies flutter--
Your iris painted
the color of my minds sea.
Labradorite cinereal.
My silvered lantern.
fissured branches,
glowing ember.
Effervescent beauty seeps through me.
Chromatic metamorphosis.
Like moonlight you cast a beam,
On all the places that must
be seen.
Sepia budded vines entangled,
Growing.
I'm already something new.
© Victoria Venturella, MA, Wait a Meta, Existential Dialogues
There is a path from here to there paved in reels of undeveloped film.
You are the only one who will ever see it the way you experienced it.
You get to keep all the pictures.
You can choose which way to go
but you’ll never be for certain the future of not yet.
Life lives in mystery, love, and what’s not yet known.
The power of the future not yet.
© Victoria Venturella, MA, The Existentialist, Existential Dialogues
Moon Clock
In full vulnerability
Illuminating bright
Luminescence.
You see yourself glimmer
In the gaze of the Other.
Temporal rotation.
Within a shadow
We meet ourselves.
Where are we?
With myself how do I see myself?
In thought? On the page? In a recording?
In my reflections of my recent experiences.
I see myself in you. I see you in myself.
Part of each other’s present evolution.
You no longer are where you were.
One section of chapters becoming the palate to paint the next section.
Opening my evolution from the page I am on today.
Moon Clock
Time to illuminate the world to reveal who we are to ourselves.
Without the world who would we be?
How could we see who we are without all that exists beyond us?
We would be nothing without the world.
© Victoria Venturella, MA, The Existentialist, Existential Dialogues
