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Treads beneath the Willow Trees
Ankle deep she treads beneath the willow treesFeet deep into water brown with mud and wine And now she turns to me her feet still pointed straightShe calls out in a tragic voice, but tells me that she’ll wait The voice is drenched in honey and I know she will be mineMy boots thrown off, […]
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It’s Finally Over And… (poem)
It’s finally over And I’m on my way home I would say it’s like the first time,Except that truly, it is not.‘Cause life is not a cliche, Rather it’s like back in those days when I worked in a place where I came home before shops closed And before the sun set and the work […]
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Confided III [Au 10/22]
Part 1, Part 2 He Wrote: Options. I have too many options. God has given me spirituality in the part of hard work, and so I am working hard, but at too many things. Sleep eludes me, work increases, strength wanes, and one such as I will grind forward relentless, grinding into the soft flesh […]
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Confided II [JN 22/22]
Before me and yet far awayOne path one which I must stand, moves beneath my feet. The earth rotates me forward but I, despite its spin, even should I stay in place (which I do not)Would thus be conveyed slowly to her by the world’s rotation. For my part, I work capricorniously. On this my […]
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Confided [AL 22/22]
He Wrote: Right now I am struggling with a difficult ailment.Apparently, one of the most difficult. Apart from this concern, I feel as though a new chapter is unfolding in my life. Finally moving to publish an album. It seems more hopeful now that I know how the system works. And that her serene highness […]
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Freezing
She had returned, I thought, and even danced with me.But now once more she has wandered away, alone in the dark. A vast frozen lake.I wanted to leave the little ones home, but they wouldn’t have it.But the storm has been here for hours.I put them in my coat for safety.I hope you’re not out […]
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Moments
I have shared precious moments from so far afar;And I hope to share so much more for sure…. Shaking weavingDucking, heaving… Can I hope for love;Can I ask for you…. And yet…Rupture, repair Devotion, though less intense,Can revive and resurrectAny lost love, in some respect. So welcome home,My Kingdom below,Down here on earth,Because I have […]
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The Path
Before you was set the path, What you were supposed to do? Or was it, What they said you were supposed to do?But you didn’t like being told what to do,So you wandered off the path.And years went byAnd you never stopped wanderingYou never found your own way. But before it was too late you looked back,You […]
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Sharp Purgant Transition (2 of 2)
Nov 18 Part 2 of 2 (link to part 1) She was probably intelligent; read fast and learned well.She was stony around the edges, cold and silent when perturbed.A problem in my life I never wanted to solve;Fester the wound, reach for the salve.Eat the edges, cut into flesh,An energy source, and carnal and wild;Oblivious […]
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Awaken the Air [Night Sky Technica]
She was masculine, diurnal, occidental, of the winter, and changeable.¹Vapour rises from the warm and moist, but it is not a good mixture,It destroys life, Often her own.On the whole, her nature was changeable, but unchanged, as all women are.Youthful and new, she bites her lip, better at the end.She is in my blood already […]
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Sharp Purgant Transition (1 of 2)
Raise your head, raise your face, Oh tell me,So you want deliverance that fourteen years couldn’t bring?Do you want to bury all the evidence so far down?Where will you be in seven years, eight, chet?And did I work seven years for someone else?(And yet would you alone not have been enough?) It’s too late,Shame;And did […]
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The Path of August
Written the day before my birthday. Before you was set the path, What you were supposed to do, What they said you were supposed to do?But you didn’t like being told what to do,So you wandered off the path.And years went byAnd you never stopped wanderingYou never found your own way.And before it was too late you […]
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The Changes
And everything is different now, Everything has changed This world, shrouded in mystery, has been pulled wide open, Shrouded in light. Calm and warm, but bright, and hazy, Illuminated, but I can’t tell—I can’t see clearly, and I think it is my eyes, not the light. No longer do I walk through the unknown; […]
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Of Commonplaces: An Essai for Montaigne
As the ancients said, “Possessed with hellish torment, I master magics five” Mustaine 1990 Are there Commonplaces in my generation? That universal, perhaps conversational, well of references and information. Is it gone? I could call it culture, but if Commonplaces are gone, then that would imply we have no culture, and it seems we do. […]
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Harbour (But I Don’t Drown)
Last of the Last Act: 3 – Harbour (But I Don’t Drown) Follow me, I’m going down Going down, do-own. Step with me, go into the pools, go Into the lake, let’s drown And somebody’s here, An messenger, And nothing but rot, Covers, so-o And I sink down Feet touching the ground, The nixies surround […]
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Shed Tides
Last of the Last Act: 2 – Shed Tides Take me to a fairy tale where dreams they all come true. Will I ever breathe your scent, and see what’s really you? And now soon I’ll regain conscious, my fingers you’ll slip through. And let let me breathe you in again, I want it to […]
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Wither’s Shine
Last of the Last Act: 4 – Wither’s Shine Let me repeat What I said To You In my head. Only yesterday, you told me you were gone All these normal people, will I find another one? These days I am a failure, But I’m your protector. You are? I had danced alone for so long, […]
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I saw it, only half the annum past.
And I will shred And deteriorate But only for a moment I saw it, only half the annum past. And now I walk in front, when I can When I can When I can. Fathom’s Qart.