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Whence you speak of sister silence
in the dawning of the sun.
There can be no beginnings
without fell deeds being done.
When it springs without winter
as breezes melt into the fall
shall son dissolve into the father
as oceans devour all.
There is sea upon the air
as is thrown up by the stone.
The burning cold can bite
upon your brittle bones.
The haunted screaming newness
stilled in lusting days
of the magic once was known
a straight road through a twisting maze.
in the dawning of the sun.
There can be no beginnings
without fell deeds being done.
When it springs without winter
as breezes melt into the fall
shall son dissolve into the father
as oceans devour all.
There is sea upon the air
as is thrown up by the stone.
The burning cold can bite
upon your brittle bones.
The haunted screaming newness
stilled in lusting days
of the magic once was known
a straight road through a twisting maze.
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Quiet
Quiesce Until the dawns Inaudible respite Even as the silent sobbing Tells all
Literature
To Be or Not to Be
To be or not to be. Like a particle in superposition. Existing as a distinct individual, yet spreading out like a wave. As a baritone, I sang the bass. Merging in a symphony of sound. A drop becoming the ocean, the fundamental ground of being. My feelings shaping the waters. Learning to swim in the storm. Now floating in perfect calm. I am no longer afraid, of what lies in the deep seeking to pull me under. I am stronger than I was before. The chalice is whole once again. Fill it with your bittersweet wine.
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waver
dance with me in this breeze scented with warm sunset cinnamon; let it play with your sweet baby hairs and loose little tears and tiny little worries until the dying light seeps into your soul and you transform now a half-wavering creature made of twilight and faerydust shimmer me, my darling! I want to be your rainbow sherbet girl: the moon dirt to your faerydust, the dusky grey dawn to your burning embers almost-night-light, the sharp newborn starlight to your heavy-bloody-deathless light catch my scent of cedar and citrus on the rain-speckled wind and follow me, humming-skylark-songbird lover of mine let’s waver together amongst the trees and remind the deciduous ones why pines rule them all when your lovely-sweet-sharp scent surrounds me with a crisp kind of warmth, all I can think of is h o m e
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