Stagnant

Stagnant
It was so Stagnant
And the approaching Eve
Smelt of Stagnation
River was in dull Express
They are when they are Stagnant
A Stench that radiates from within
The River
Stagnation overwhelmed

Under the Periphery
Or hiding under the murky Waters
There was the Suterlinaverlon
Since now it illuminates underneath the surface
Since then it was obscured

Not obscured to all
The obscuration of the Suterlinaverlon
Wasn’t complete
Who, all over the Extant Ridge
Noticed the Suterlinaverlon

Suterlinaverlon, Suterlinaverlon too rich to miss
And though even It could languish
It could not, it could only grow, then die
Then die if it did not have the Pralafiteded

Stagnation and swamps with the Suterlinaverlon
Suterlinaverlon made the River flood at times
Sitting, eyes staring downward
And back to the day
Sitting, eyes staring downward
Back, then Suterlinaverlon
Realize, realize, Suterlinaverlon
And that from Stagnation

Cries and head shaped walls
The open world, inside
Outside obscured by the Suterlinaverlon
Not entirely, just the slow murky Waters

They did smell the Stench of Stagnation
They as in Them, Them, Those, The
They couldn’t have missed It, the Aroma
A thousand hand shaped walls
The Room draftless
They, They, They didn’t

Didn’t You, You, You, that is You
Not Yourself, You, didn’t You
Didn’t You smell the Stagnation
The River in dull Express
Didn’t, not, did, and then why
Hiding, too, beneath the Banks of the River
Or not so much effort, just a periphery image
Was the River

Pralafiteded after the Lake
Not the Spring, let that be for Later
Don’t jump into the Lake
Suterlinaverlon found the Pralafiteded
Sitting eyes staring forwards
The Pralafiteded
And even eyes staring Upwards

And it was a long night the Pralafiteded
Dwelt in the sunny Lake
Air so cool and sharp
And the Banks filled when Teradinerlon
Eyes wished to stare downwards
To Suterlinaverlon outside is Pralafiteded
Nothing elsewhere, eyes are closed
And other rivers flow into dim dawn
Dark blue waters, sun reflected off
Yellow grass and scenery

I wish I could say I understand this poem; but the large,capitalized words are beyond my working vocabulary. Could you tell what they mean?

I made them up, they represent states of being.

I like the flow, and the imterposition of splashes of natural color. But what were you thinking of, or what was the state of your consciouisness as these impressions flowed out? I am curious.

Thank you. I was responding to a dream I had about the ‘blue melancholy of yesteryears, early days of life’.

Now onto the blue realism of yesterday and such present days of life…

The state of rest, it’s being has ended
It has longed edged, the shape of a river
They have now moved, shifted
Shifted to the North
Only before a long edge, a new flooding
A spring pours it forth

Let me tell you of that later
The long lake didn’t reach it
Thank [size=85]god[/size]
The long lake didn’t reach it
And the section of river that I swim
Will swim… ?
Is not, never at the origin of

Smith spring, my faith
The source
Ahhhhhhhhhhh… damn IT
The source that pours forth faith
Adjacent to all dim rivers…
Snaking lakes

Missing it… settings, notions
Grounding
Thank [size=85]god[/size], god, God
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The Smith Spring was so clear
It’s waters so acidic
So baseless!
They permeated into skin

I only guess, in my dreams
I imagine a dark lake, endlessly deep
And endlessly wide
And sinking
Never sunk, Smith Spring
It has a radiance… Meaning from it

Swarms rush towards it
Swarms, watch them, I’ll describe
Later I’ll describe what I heard
As they passed

A notion now, a notion so dim, dreary
Dreary Lakes
Now Blue rivers obtaining the earth as they pass
Chest dropped, the current left
Foregone indecision as the raft speeds away