Omaniverse: Munayem Mayenin

Omaniverse

Omaniverse

To omasine: to make something one’s own

Oma is one’s own to call home
Omasined have I the Universe
In Omaniverse walk wake sleep
And dream I do in soul-solitude
In the ocean of the whole where
I’m a splash of paints flowing on

To omasine is to rip yourself up
To tear yourself down into dust
Bricks and mortars up in the air
All lights and dark all dusted air
Must be fathomed into your loss
Homelessness must house you on
Must you call it home to craft one

Up in the air all you go and down
You come in flames and smokes
Risen you are now mapless a soul
No country to stick to no house to
Seek to homeless you are into the
Whole home of impossible sonata
Unfolding magic around you a fish

You now omasine in omaniverse
Here to omasine I sign my name
In the waving sonar of all words
Each a sphere-bloom spreading
An ocean of vibrations colourful
My omaniverse is my oma home
Where nowhere is solidity’s flows

Spread of infinite night of time’s
Jubilations painting rises and falls
Of matters unfolding spaces living
Untangling on mass of nothingness
Feeding speed of systems of stars
Lights and nights right you sing on

Closing eyes on your bed that you
Make home in the omaniverse and
In each respite of each night you go
Closing onto the infinite spectacles
The living symphony being played
Matters blooming motion singing in
Colours in sonar-rings pulsating on

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Microfly

It sat at the edge
Where visibility’s spectrum ends
For if it did pass that mark
A microscope would need to be scoped in
To see its pose gaze and size

A microfly light dark it sat
Since it failed to fathom enough space
To let lights define its dark shade
It was that smwee
But it arrested my eyes

For it had four smweer legs
And it sat like a micro alien craft
On the cream toilet wall
In the electric lights it glowed
A milk dark lowly-bright

As I looked in awe-held breath
It moved as if by the speed of lights
Back and forth left and right
Up and down down and up
But oh how mighty its speed

And I stood and looked
Awe-strung I saw how only
Its speed let it live
For with the velocity it improves
On its lack of mass and weights

For by the velocity it raises the bar
The bar of mass velocity that
Lets it move and live on smwee
How swift and smwee
The microfly smweed on
Gathering life’s micro-magnetism on

Oh how tiny this beautiful big was
Oh how wonderful this life is
Oh how joyful it was to see
That smwee thing making such
Infinite big in its speed and its rhythm
The solidity of joys it was crafting
In its speed-read-book of poetry-seek

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The Matchstick

A strike sudden
A briefly sound

A hit a heat
A spark a fire

A bloom of heat and glow
A spread of solidified lights

Serenade of awed moments
Lapsing into darkness a silence

Smokes rising disappearing
Silence-mouth receiving the shape

A sudden strike
A strike sudden

A signature of bloom
A momentary song

The matchstick lives on
In its yardstick of awe

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Oma Raangamaati

Oma Raangamaati
Oma red red earth
Oma colours kissed earth
Where hills are hyacinths
Tiara of clouds
Where words are little dinghies
That float on the currents
Of beautiful songs
Where waters sing
The skies and the skies
Dive in waters’ depths

Where the head is sunk
In the ocean of the heart
Where the heart is sung
In the flowing neurons of the head
Where the mind is as free as the lights
And the soul is the sacred solitude of God

Where humans are fishes of the ocean
Where the ocean is the omaniverse
Where all find a home in the shapes
Of their dreams and the dreams are of their shapes
Where all is one one is all
Where harmony rises like the dawn-sun’s calls
Where all words are the most beautiful truths
As sleeping symphony-seeds waking as they are called

Oma Raangamaati
Oma red red earth
Oma earth the mothership in the ocean of space
Oma the moon the lunar home to be soon
Oma the Mars we shall one day let you hear the symphony of human feet-falls
Oma Solarium oma Sunnara the elaborate expanding sine die

Oma Milky Way oma the multiplex of galaxies spread
Oma the end not oma the not end oma the spread oma the depth
Oma the multiplex dimensions oma the silent glistening knowledge-belts
Oma the lights oma the Duantum Dark oma the silence oma the words
Oma the whole oma the whole oma the infinite symphony’s dancing spread

Oma Raangaamaati
Oma red red earth
Oma the Humanion
Oma you darling darling mother Earth
Oma oma oma my omaniverse home

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Oma Whitesnow

Oma Whitesnow North
Oma Lightsnow North
Oma the Pleasantpearl Snow
Oma the maa oma the maa maa maa maa

Oma brilliance of lights’ serenade
Oma the sky-impregnated blue snow
Oma the white snow’s blue fire smile
Oma the maa oma the maa maa maa maa

Oma where sounds are dry
And silence holds the heart of white
Where footsteps flow as sonar springs
Oma the maa oma the maa maa maa maa

Oma where the snow sings the night
And the lights sing the snow in the dark
Where silver soul seeks and finds pearleque home
Oma the maa oma the maa maa maa maa

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Oma Elleesium

Oma Londinium where I walk
Elleesium is where flows my heart
Where sinuous river flows as a fluid woman’s silent breathe
Here where I roam lies my heart open-ears all hour long

High or low tides come and go
Oma Elleesium is where I bring my earth
Oma Raangamaati
Oma red Elleesium
Oma no oma no no
Where quiet is the heart as its fires burn
Where fires burn turns the heart hoping not
Oma earth and grass
Oma dust and dark
Oma roses of silence

Oma have I none
None have I oma
But an elleesian blank
Where I hear my name
A sudden symphony rises
Only a call to be sent out

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Being

Walk in the sun
A poem of lights
In the rain
A landscape of aqua delights

Sing the evening
Scarlet lullabies
And at night be
The melody ninth
Play the solitude as the wind

At dawn rise to seek
Chalkless boards
To write all your
Marks notes and boats
Be sure to spread like
The fragrance of a rose

At dusk make
Love with the silence
On the bed of riotous
Colours in the skies
Stand in the disappearing lights as solitude
And be a splash of paint dissolving in the ocean of the whole

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