Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 6

Birth of a Naturalist

by Debashish Haar

Part I A Hope Massifs of impure cravings standing— streets teeming with mythical pride. Oysters at the gates toying with repugnance, unleashing the dazzle behind the eyes— shadow of the eyelashes in consternation with haze stolen from cosmic strands. Wanton wonderings of the live streams, shimmering play of his unbecoming. Dark's diminution: chucks of his becoming, fortress in a locked treasury won contending Trojans, contending myths relocated. Blithe in poignancy, perch for flight, spawned rhythm of life in persistence— a vision scaling untouchable relief.

 

Part 2 Birth of Imagination Explored shores, mitigated meadows, communing the fauna, communing the flora, communing the anthropomorphic misanthropes. Stream's fusion: a myth, a rejuvenation, a victory of defeat. Slain in the narrow recess, resurrected in the grand ocean of happiness. Plural stasis, sassiness: castles of lies shiver in qualm. Light of the darkness contend with fury of luminance. Silence of the sessile drop make the pregnant sky blush. Choked throats screaming in purgatory— efficacy leaping to parade in his fiefdom to free the souls, to free them from the leverage of living the death sentences. Resplendence, pride! Living trite nursed, perchance of life in living enhanced: devil's fall orchestrated. Ephemeral feelings, eon blasting beings alike in séance bargained the birth of imagination.

 

Part 3 Birth of Feelings Interludes of silence, breathe of lamenting conduit, leverage of surviving eons of noncommittal to contend thy unbecoming— benison in abstinence barraging your wanton flow. The carved elusive shapes disrobed in full glory, revealing the titans who fought for civilization up to civility's end— marooning lives in heathen strobe. The seas, the drifts and burns, the wafting tenderness of zephyr, the percussion of empty space— all communed to conspire. The liberation conjured the tidal relief, nobody cared to contend no one dared to see the sublime sojourner's return. The gleaming fire behind the veil, the abysmal source of elysian wealth, an exploration on each unweaving! a birth! A birth of feelings!

 

Part 4 Birth of Emotions Shadows of the truth, listed renegade of unlisted fruition who communed to existing ephemeral strobes of dark's struggle with light. Reliefs of feelings beholden, mitigated meadows mourning in orifices' offerings— a sojourn in mainland, a struggle of our existence. Moulded in loves elusive shapes, in elysian designs, in baroque bubbles of times, in becoming and unbecoming of slithering prescience. Shrouded dominance, shrouded demolition— revolt of pacific beings, shadow show of Galatea, shadows of the Pygmalions pleading defeat in workshop of devil. Carved out of the myths, out of the feelings, out of imaginations and hope— a sublime strobe, perchance of vision— emotion.

 

Part 5 Birth of Intuition Fortress of feelings quiver, the waves of emotions leap high to shatter the frescoes of bloated reliefs. Bleached in the hope of your becoming, robed in the pastimes of slithering anecdotes, bathed in the bleeding consternation of sacrilege. The hewn contrivance of emery and selection, the strings of the Cello and the pallor of the canvass— all contend the march. The flagging of incandescence, the rattling of the mantelpiece, the struggle of the prison, the struggle of the inmates all contended the myth, all subsided and made leeway. The cauldron usurped the hope, flight of imagination crashed, cries of afflicted souls intensified the ouija's rave— the unweaving of time bubbles. The sifting shadows of souls, the ameliorated abode, the burning amber's aerogram. The meliorate dictate's abstinence— an array of light, an array of life, an array dictating hope, feelings and emotions, a surge of imagination— birth of intuition.

 

Part 6 Birth of Love Ridges revolting in Tethys, myths bidding adieu, light's ripple through silence digging deep into the essence abyss— the residence of a solemn faith, a palisade of the hope. In the robe of thy impropio, in the firmament of thy bonito, in the realms of facies — el aquilatamiento. The conjured massifs fell in disbelief, perchance liberation winked. Navigating against the pastime of amnesic amnesty, against the ramified vows avowed to stifle the rudimentary relief— la sonrisa del horizonte. Searching for malioration, the pinion of thoughts — the contending muse, el sentimiento y la emoción, all sunk in the abyss conjured. The reticent spoke of qualms— verbose desires lament. The prehensile touch of angel, the hope of imagination, the touch of feelings, the feelings of emotions' intuition— the birth of love.

 

Part 7 Birth of Vision Arc of the finer tones communed in libretto, slithering memoirs replicated pastimes of helios— marauding march continued. Zest of the reorientations, scale invariance of reliefs, cajolery of the free spaces— in the fusion, in conquests, in benign torrential outflows. Rustic nature of loquacious breeze, priceless addendum in cohort, whittlings snared in cacophony, cufflinks of straw conjuring— cleansing the arroyos of aboriginals. The smeared evidence of feiffdom, the reticence of aquamarine, the lethal dose of ambrosia, the blinding illuminance— latent desires of gladiatorial aversions. Scale invariance of massifs, scaling of achievements, scaling of abortive misadventures, scaled lies in truths invariances of truths in lies. The freedom of passionate ornation, chaos of ambivalent preachings, decree issued by azure subscriptions, meadow mowed in meliorate mime, milieu's pangs—birth of vision.

 

Part 8 Birth of Reflection Precipitation of the atoms of vision Particles librate libretto, swindles of slithered self muted by quiescent fantasy. Charcoal silhouette in cacophonous silence, in dark shadow of illuminance, in loquacious alcoves of paranormal icy scythe dipped in cryogenic fire. Precipitating dew in daybreak's giggles prayed for nocturnal cover, the replete pathos their animadversions, all receded for clown stroll, all submerged in capacious Tethys, all turned hairpin in darkness and razzmatazz. Draped in cadence of smeared parlance in myths of sharp whittlings of shattered glassy discourse; blighted in anecdotes and healed by soul apothecary— concern for conceit. Propagation of atoms of love — of vision, of solemn abnegation, of trappings in holy reliefs, of resplendent stroll of azure and aquamarine— in meanderings and wonderings. In the attic of his majesty, in the moon seeking hewn strewn ribs of Yggdrasil, in silence of prejudice and the pride contrived— subjugated by birth of reflection.

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