Immonsima

Munayem Mayenin's 1st Romantic Poetic Fiction Collection

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The longest word in English: contenders:

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. It means a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silica dust found in volcanoes and then comes the popular Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Here are two new comer contenders for the longest English word for English Oxford Dictionary to ponder about:
Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine

Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
(Both of these are used in Immonsima)
Then there is a Maori word, name of Maori Hill: Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotameteaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenakitanatahu: Maori name for a hill
This is a splinter project germinating from Rearranging Myths Series: Immonsima: an man and woman eternal in love

And their life is writing this newest of myth which is formed by each writing to the other on straight and curved lines of geographies between them and the way the elements form the passages, forests, rivers, oceans, caves, caverns, deserts, dunes, falls, winters, springs, summers, autumns of love, longing, separation and if any union or non-union.

16.Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine

Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Come and sing let me sing let me form you in a sonar-rose
Come and sit seal and sign sip me like the sky drinks moon
Let me sing you let me hold you let me take your breaths

Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Be the rose in the mouth of the vine of my song rising heaven-
Bound a motional sonar spring flowing up and out to reach
Where no one ever did that’s a state of mind my Imminsim


Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
I am burning aqua-flow flowing out like the rapturing silver
Gushing water-fall take me in and sing me out in your soul
Let me be your word that never let you go like your breath

Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Be my space the garden of my soul make me what you may
But my Imzimine let me spell your wonder into a chandelier
Made of sound-photon-notes to show the world what you are


Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Let me take you to a place Immi where the darkness simply rise
To make you a Tazmahal in the infinite lights’ disarrayed dance
Of my stormy yarning heart that sings you a sonar rose of love


Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Come and sing let me sing let me form you in a sonar-rose
Let me be your word that never let you go like your breath
Come and be my breathing word let me sing you my Universe

Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
Rederinnwinsunsiastaweaveynasimsiansimanamoonsarine
 

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15. Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous


Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
That’s how long a word is good enough
To form a path of note-roses to let her walk
For she is the queen of my forever-red-heart
That she plays like a mad-muscle-heap-harp

For she is for she is for she for she is for she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
For what she is for what she for what she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous


Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
That is how silk she is gold she is gold is she
That is how silverine that is how katsarine
That is how forever she sings my little heart
That sings her an aria in every of its beat

For she is for she for she for she is for she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
For what she is for what she for what she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous

Superimminfranminnistimexbeualibellous
For she holds the candle of the universe
For she is the diamond-magnum-imsonium
For she clothes me in her moon-fire-lights
For she is my breathes beats and burns

For she is for she for she for she is for she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
For what she is for what she for what she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous


Superimminfranminnistimexbeualibellous
For where she starts and where she ends
I have no means to measure mark or map
For she knows how to note quote and sing
All that is imsonium she is silverine katsarine

For she is for she for she for she is for she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
For what she is for what she for what she is
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous
Superimmifranminnistimexbeaualibellous

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14. The Imsonium

Imonelle! Imonelle!
Mine is an ell!
Chiming sonata over the wind and the rhythm of my heart
Imonelle! Imonelle! My Imonelle!

Imonelle! Imonelle!
Mine is an ell!
Rolling green over the hills of my body’s spread
Imonelle! Imonelle! My Imonelle!

Imonelle! Imonelle!
Mine is an ell!
Flowing spring over the valleys of my mind
Imonelle! Imonelle! My Imonelle!

Imonelle! Imonelle!
Mine is an ell!
Dancing earth on the moonlit savannah of my eyes
Imonelle! Imonelle! My Imonelle!

Imonelle! Imonelle!
Mine is an ell!
The zenith of the most high-lit diamond note I will ever hold!
Imonelle! Imonelle! My Imonelle!

Imonelle! Imonelle!
Mine is an ilm
In the source of all magic-sonar-springs
Imonelle! Imonelle! My Imonelle!

Imonelle! Imonelle!
Mine is an ell!
Rapturing fall onto the mouth of the bloom of my soul
Imonelle! Imonelle! My Imonelle!


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13. Palming Eternity

In this miracle-passage of a valley
Of mystery shaped in by
Dwellings of silent-hot-springs
Dark-wet-savannah-grass plane

Moist and silver-honeyed
Dark glistening notes in the dark
Glistening in the shape of lighting
Tying in heaven and earth with the thread of
Electro-magnetism’s sonar sounds
Only whispers are the currency of reach
Rivers rivering desires’ dishes riches


Being is in the flow of motion
Friction-ridden pulsating horses of proximity
This is and isn’t what it is
The definition of depth in unfolding

This valley-dish-bloom between
Banks of desires
Lips to lips
Two mouths molten drinking each other’s flowing drops of fire
Weaving of muslin-motion serenading


This valley lights in the dark
The eyes of the fire-fete
The woods burn
The orange the gold the whole
Glows out pouring all over: the lava-flood

These notes ride on the skin of darkness
The darkness sculpted by the moon-beamed eyes

These notes are none but the pearls of heat
These notes are and no more
Drunk as they form
Whole and hit
Whirlpool forming erasing

Rising and falling
In the fire of oneness
The shot-out-shoals of drum-beats
Rushing the star-dusts of drunk molecules of moments
Shaping a rearrangement in elemental fire-atoms’ bonds and rebondings



This valley is
This rise is
This fall is
This fire is

Butter uttered in the sphere of dark-fire-chandelier
Whispered arched copying
A rainbow of rising resonance
In the dark the moist breath painting the whole
Drops of sweat-swans serenade aqua-works


The symphony and the soil
All in one a friction-motion-poem
On the tongue
On the mirror
One is the other
The other is the one

This valley sings fire-rise
This valley rise the phoenix fall
This valley is the breath and bloom
This valley is the fallen silk-wet-skin
On fire a dancing impossible

One covering the other
The other covering the one
This skin is that
That skin is this
One and there is no other
There is no other but one

This is the beginning
This is the end
Palming eternity
Between two bodies
Arched in a whole-heaven-one
All a friction-motion-poem
A-piece a peace-pearl awe-held
Arched in a whole-heaven-one

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12. Eyeonium

Matters bloom flowering colours
The high-season bloom of being
Material may be a fact that it is in

Being where colours bring in the
Meaning of becoming: click and
Seek open-heart and the earth is

A hearth of autumnal fire-orange
Offering silk nothingness warmth
For you to honey out and comfort in

The diagrams of your dreams and
Here remember matters mile out
As they go seasons of becoming on

Matters bloom flowering colours
Matters dance into lights and links
And you have to know how they

Seek you and call you out of your
Comfort zones of fixed brick eyes
Don’t you close your eyes for as you

Do the heart inside will transcend in
To sand-sunk siliconite market ready
Like a figurine love-heart toy: remem-

Ber barring all barings shutting all full
One only dies in the proximity of poles
That are made of nothing but one’s bones

Here is what you are going to get if you
Stay away from hate and its cutting edge
Staying open like matters and you will

Continue blooming into colours and shapes
Making music out of seasons through which
Your soul travels enriching inwards and out

Do you not love walking towards hatred
Nor do you hate walking towards love or
Worst choose to use taught melodies out

As though it is the beginning and end of all
Find an ocean where marine coral clothe you
And you are as open as your eyes taking in

Wonders in the touch of the out in the wind
In the bloom through the silk of the sun and
The glowing openings of the velvetine dark

Matters bloom flowering colours
The high-season bloom of being
Shape sing and stir to rise and risk

Remember only in your eyes the universe
Truly exists for only borrowing your eyes
It can only see how it truly exists a wonder

Thus care is what you take to keep the eyes
In eyeonium always happy and dry-aqua
Shaping the wonder as you bloom through

Singing the bloom of things in lights and in
Dark where you shape the in by sniffing the
Air that lives fragranced inhaling your soul

I give you eyeonium where you are always
A wonder-will-spring-flow a song always in
Opening in waves of silk and steel: my Paris

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11. Haimwansum

Heart is such a muscle-made hard-heap of beats
It can take in almost a sky almost all seasons and
Their strivings and not strivings monsoons and
Droughts all in a dire and not dried manners-it is

This heart is such a cat it has the know how of
Multiplying nine lives into such an infinite level
It is such a sieve it can take in so many piercing
It is such a muscle-made hard-heap of beats-on

It goes taking in the relationship of salt and water
So seriously that it cannot fathom any other way
But to enlarge this so that the rains always bring
In more salt and it makes this a season of blockage

A throat-cloud it takes the salt and build colour-
Less leaking of brine and bleed through the leaks
While beats and smiles like lightning in the dark
An effective actor this heart is what it ought not

To be: breaks like the breathe clouded and it lives
On the elasticity’s expanse ranging between all
That it gets the kicks and the pushes and the pulls
It is such a muscle-made hard-heap of beats and

Here now it is dealt with the sands on its beats
It is fully ready to dissolve into the water’s silver
Adding some illustration of red and reddening
A splash of flashing pain spreading a shoal of

Red arrows of waves in which it now becomes
A water-salt summersault before your eyes and
It does not any more breathe but is part of this
Spread where a sorrow now writes a loss of lights
 

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10. Six Seasons of Separation

Like seasons separation sojourns in like weather
It comes in shades of six a set of pebbles with their
Own textures and they bloom in divergence of water

Separation is of geography of time of space of motion
And pining and pounding all having their own oracle
Their own miracle of transforming a heart to hurt hard

Making everything into gold-aqua flow bloom forming
Rivers out of matter and matter into snow-flakes of dust
Made of beatings of the heart until it stops ceasing to go

Separation is like the knife of a doctor regardless without
Anaesthetic it cuts and bleeds as it goes and breathing
Is the vast space that lingers and the bridge does not end

And one approaching the bridge knows it will touch end
And the other side does not hold the face and thus one
Rides and pretends the bridge goes forever rising high

As though a mythical rainbow rising higher and higher
So that it does not end so that one carries on riding till
The end of time space and shapes and sizes and objects

For separation rings in the heart Himalaya-heights and
It twists it as though muscles are made of ropes yet they
Are only made of silk of space and as it gives into the

Pulls the heart writhes and breathes only a scream of
Pine pounding as it goes for there is no end to this
Rainbow that carries on going bleeding biting its own

Teeth and cutting the lips but it carries on going for the
Rainbow goes on forever and comes back into a loop
Where there is this face that shines whether she does

Or not the rider rides in a riotous heart and calling to
God for time to squeeze the space and shapes and
Everything into a cosmosian dot to hold this breath

This breath of gold for which the heart carries on
Breaking a piece of meat made of muscles that marks
The fallacy of its simple cries and the tears and their
Absolute colourless salt-skin and the steaming throat

That compels the air to disappear replacing space
And end of it the seasons of separation melt all
Into water’s spread bringing all expressive longing

That cries like the space sucked into a hurricane and
Forming a pierced heart with hope of the eyes of the
Storm and pining pounding calling and thinning all

Into a light-spire that bleeds within sand stormed
Desolation yet it forms a vine calling out the name
Of the heaven that has made home into a shape of

A face where the eyes no longer are shapes or colours
But the constant instant birth rebirth bloom and play
Of whatever it is that all of this to mean or sing or be

Separation! It is the seasons of six pebbles all having
Their own way of making you into being which is a
Diamond of aqua steam stream ice snow and solitude

Longing! Pining! Pounding! Ceasing! Breathlessly on!
March mark miles and miles you count that boils down
To keep pounding the muscles into a water’s wild flow

A flow that takes you like a leaf on a stream and you
Turn upside down and downside up and the pillows
Simply refuse to offer any song but a cold corals you!

And there you pine as you slide and sway and slither
In the tightening of the mythical and biological parts
Of your tiny little heart that is the vacant universe now

A garden that lacks shape with no flowers and river with
No flow of current and a sky with no clouds or weather
And a home that lacks the shape that is to fit in its hole

 

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9. Imisian Orchestra


This imisian orchestra has taken over the universe
And its light-torrents and its all encompassing clasp
And all its songs, music and sonar expositions raging

Outwards taking everything on its path as though
The diamond around Andromeda now forming this
Whirlpool magnetic where the moon no longer can

Wonder or sing anymore but just be pulled into the
Deepest depth of her soul that dazzles with this
Awesome expressive light-smile-beating that glows

And here I am in a sense serenading the piercing
Silence of my soul that soullessly crying out calling
Out your name and everything can only be poetry

And here I stand calling out your name in the colours
Of silence in the aqua of diamond in the illuminating
Ions: broken atoms of water heating up rise-stream

I am all drowning in browning split leaf of the soul
That now resides in two different spaces and I am
Being without being: I long for a demystification

Katsarine my inhana my inhanium my imhana imsi
Whatever I make of it I am undone as the sun's
Elements now dancing outwards as I the lights

Do not keep me undone as my soul breaks out in
A piercing of joy and happiness and pain too as
Blue as luminous cobalt blue and I cannot breathe

Breathe me in or breathe for me or let my being
Inhale your soul flow through your body's expanse
Or just run through your mind like moonlit mist

I cannot breathe! I cannot sing for I am now the
Song! I cannot write anymore for I am the poem
Read me, reach me rake me or let me drink you

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