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Life In The Infinite: AVANTA
Life In The Infinite: AVANTA
Life In The Infinite: AVANTA
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Life In The Infinite: AVANTA

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Life In The Infinite: Avanta is the year end edition for Ethan Lesley's first collection export for the year 2017.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherEthan Lesley
Release dateDec 30, 2017
ISBN9781386348627
Life In The Infinite: AVANTA
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Ethan Lesley

Ethan Lesley writes niche genre which include science fiction and comedy. His first free verse book, The Infinite Range, is comprised of 8 poetry collections written in 2017. His website is at http://ethananarchy.com/

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    Life In The Infinite - Ethan Lesley

    In your mind exists the infinite

    In your mind exists the infinite

    That which you can only pour into art

    into writing

    into paper

    that can only be understood by same minds

    It cries out of you

    You turn it alive

    The wyverns overhead

    that you witness in constant

    battle, as you’re cartographing tunnels you escape to

    Or at least you try

    You write to empower

    but you destroy

    You convince yourself you’re an ally when you’re not

    An outsider in a city more obsessed with other paths

    Other jobs, more valuable

    than what your mind-store produce

    You starve, physically and mentally

    as you consider yourself

    a faux artist

    You lay down, ending up

    A connoisseur in the making that will never become.

    Constellations

    You are

    a combatant

    a tsunami of golden fire

    a light dipped in its own darkness

    fostering its own diversions

    birthing a universe as your children, your own

    Your soul

    is a constellation

    And within them, creation

    You host stars inside of you

    Because – you, my child – you, my friend – are magic

    You are capable

    of kindness

    capable of love

    capable of giving so much and pouring so much

    You are the great art of this world,

    great as any art could be

    Pristine and undiscovered

    Untarnished and covered in your own versions of stain

    Of strain

    Of pain

    Of pride

    You are early dementia

    A protest against your own well-being, focusly painting in the form of

    innocent smiles

    and mountains of lies

    You are an ecosystem of Trithes

    a barrier of light

    And within this light an endless pit of sorrow and of weeping, hidden from the world

    and kept within your bedroom walls

    or the lack thereof

    To see poetry inside the tree barks

    in the stump you call your torso, that you actively mask

    the stretch marks that make you, and because they shame you

    and remind you of your birth and you birthing

    the wonder in every color you experience for the first time

    You call upon those sensations which you are not able to interpret

    And to the Nyx, whom you have not encountered

    as her long shadows long to reach you yet

    She claws her way, trudges towards you, as you

    dance beside the chasm where you hide the sunrise

    So when I tell you that in your mind exists the infinite

    know, child, that it isn’t a lie

    You are dangerous

    wildfire in the middle of the unkempt desert

    When your hand holds another, worlds collide

    With your palm, your fist, you divine

    Destruction or praefatio

    You exhale arithmetics and within you, Ein Sof

    You Can’t Feed Art To Goats

    You can’t feed art to goats

    They cannot tell between grass and paper,

    brass and paint

    It will be a waste of your masterpiece,

    of your time and of your effort

    You cannot coat rock with

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