The most beautiful and precious
Is the object that does not exist
Like the future wish of the halo of heroes
Or the ideal luminous and true
The most lasting and love-worthy
Is the object not within our grasp
Like the divinity of our descendents
Or the possibilities of space-travel
The study of objects is in the
Service of water, the refinement of light
Where Antigone once cradled her truth
The most beautiful is the object
Which does not exist, yet
Neither blindness or death can
Take away this object, this stream of love
Which does not exist, like the mark of God
Invisible on your placebo laden brow
The most beautiful of possessions
Is belonging, who negates our absences
And regrets, every mortal hearts know her
She swells like an ocean, beneath
The salty increase, the after-world paradise
Awaits like a vertical-horizon of angelic
murmurs, muttering, smatterings, smackings.
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Wuji Seshat 
Beautiful opening.
Yes such is the power of the mind…to imagine, to predict and to create
I love the poem!
Yeah it’s different isn’t it? Not even really poetic, more like a rant.
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You’re really good with titles!
Thanks Cul, one gets like that after speed writing several thousand poems perhaps 😛