"The City of Ynmilmyr" — POEM REVISITED with video version

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"The City of Ynmilmyr"

original poem & video


The City of Ynmilmyr

Where am I found enwombed
Where they speak the glimmered Galactic?
O Love, where muttered be the lofty tones
Of space and healing’s tongue?

Where’s heard quicksilver song of comets,
The while-full Life’s soft kiss on brows
Down-pressed and whispers in one’s ears?

Words too sweet for silence
Soar in glistering sonic orbs,
Star-vivid as I float through umber skies &
Sleek-dim shapes of craft swim by.

How many spirits grew at the stalk and fell,
Fell far down & fled into peaceful obliviousness:
Before I slumberously arose from pale green pod
To meet my brethren-fledge?

My awareness, black water drop,
Balloons from leafy sanctuary
Through the council of zephyrous stars
That guard this dun metropolis—
Ynmilmyr, unmarred
By bright panoply
Of Man.

Glancing nadir-wise—I behold clouds far below.
Wispily flowing scripts, they sweep credulity—away.

For I was born here of a beanstalk
Into a shell of green-brown skin:
Into where the mists are magic
And everyone naps eterne
In their warm pea pods sans sin.

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This is an original poem entitled "The City of Ynmilmyr" written by Daniel J. Pendergraft on July 15th, 2017 and edited substantially on June 15th, 2019. It was inspired by a very vivid lucid dreaming experience in which I found myself in the alien world described in the piece.

It was quite surreal, yet moreso hyperreal. That is, I had this meditative awareness that was penetratingly clear through the misty atmosphere of the organic metropolis in which I awoke.

Clearly, this place was part of a galactic federation of super-advanced civilizations that had achieved a fusion of conventional, low-level technology as is found on Earth today (available to the masses, that is) with sophisticated biotechnology in which all structures and transportation craft were endued with consciousness.

So, I continue my poetic retracing through the hundreds of poems that I wrote during my time blogging on Steemit. This one was a pretty weak piece, so there was a lot of re-writing involved. Thankfully, it helped me retain the memory of this amazing dream so that I could shape it into something more in line with my present poetic faculties.

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The lucid dreams lead us through spaces of consciousness that, normally, we do not go through, but reveal a concern, a desire, a pain, a philosophical posture.
In the case of "The city of Ynmilmyr", hyperreality encompasses an surreal environment where the lyrical speaker is a member of a community without macule, without original sin, born in vegetable form, in the midst of others who sleep the sleep of death, before birth.
This type of dream mixes realities where fantasy dominates, revealing yearnings.