scratches
I never forget my strength or its bounds. I have had the kind of life where reminders meet me every day. My weaknesses are with me every waking moment, working their way to the front of the crowd. They keep me company even in this stillness. They probably watch me while I sleep. I do often forget, however, the limits of flesh. How it...
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I never forget my strength or its bounds. I have had the kind of life where reminders meet me every day. My weaknesses are with me every waking moment, working their way to the front of the crowd. They keep me company even in this stillness. They probably watch me while I sleep. I do often forget, however, the limits of flesh. How it...
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feyne:
Thank you for the cure .. it's working. Hope you are well.
three morsels
There was an arrival, a leaning. Some flavor of the cusp of something. Some weight lost, a stone in the ocean, a star burning down the sky. A sound like the applause of prayer flags, the answers left to mingle with the wind. It must have made it this far, the lack feels so present. It must have been and gone, the ache...
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There was an arrival, a leaning. Some flavor of the cusp of something. Some weight lost, a stone in the ocean, a star burning down the sky. A sound like the applause of prayer flags, the answers left to mingle with the wind. It must have made it this far, the lack feels so present. It must have been and gone, the ache...
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ideation
The sunken sun has burnt a hole in the world, all the night full of endings, all the darkness tinged with smoke. The road drizzles away, a rifle barrel black. I stare until I forget I have eyes. I stare until everything returns anew. It is that desert gas station feel, with the peeling away sound of a passing train blending with a radio...
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The sunken sun has burnt a hole in the world, all the night full of endings, all the darkness tinged with smoke. The road drizzles away, a rifle barrel black. I stare until I forget I have eyes. I stare until everything returns anew. It is that desert gas station feel, with the peeling away sound of a passing train blending with a radio...
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crossroads
That I could sift these words from their shadows. That I could call the night by name. Every star set in that dense foundation, every wish long since spent. But the language slips away, leaving like so much smoke. It will end with a mouth full of ashes. It will end speaking of ancient fires.
I saw it in a crow, that transition between...
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That I could sift these words from their shadows. That I could call the night by name. Every star set in that dense foundation, every wish long since spent. But the language slips away, leaving like so much smoke. It will end with a mouth full of ashes. It will end speaking of ancient fires.
I saw it in a crow, that transition between...
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noir
The story takes the usual turns, the witness winds up cold on a slab, the suspect has an alibi that is air tight. All the evidence suddenly decides to point towards the moon. Still it sort of putts along, the mix far too rich, the parking brake trailing smoke. We love our stories, however dense or familiar. They unspool behind us, before we can...
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The story takes the usual turns, the witness winds up cold on a slab, the suspect has an alibi that is air tight. All the evidence suddenly decides to point towards the moon. Still it sort of putts along, the mix far too rich, the parking brake trailing smoke. We love our stories, however dense or familiar. They unspool behind us, before we can...
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sanctions
They always try to start before I'm there, or wait until I am gone. Such the wisdom of these sheets of glass. So the word on the mountain top. These stories always get around, bets settled, arguments spent. They are the only framework we have to try, the brittle eruptions of day to day life. The moment just whispered as the whisper passed. The...
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They always try to start before I'm there, or wait until I am gone. Such the wisdom of these sheets of glass. So the word on the mountain top. These stories always get around, bets settled, arguments spent. They are the only framework we have to try, the brittle eruptions of day to day life. The moment just whispered as the whisper passed. The...
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clueless
I always can see it coming, though I never know what it might be. This is the turn that choice makes of us, the chances all happening, the changes rolling up on us slow then all happening at once. The vase full of wildflowers, petals falling on polished wood. You could ask me anything, but all I have are answers. You could ask me...
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I always can see it coming, though I never know what it might be. This is the turn that choice makes of us, the chances all happening, the changes rolling up on us slow then all happening at once. The vase full of wildflowers, petals falling on polished wood. You could ask me anything, but all I have are answers. You could ask me...
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numbers
The odds are against us. Trouble is always waiting somewhere. You can linger by the water cooler, you can lounge around the pool. The numbers are always out there, never quite adding up, always in staggering amounts. Probability is the only prophecy, and the world works embracing devastating waste. Start counting. Where ever you stop, that number is the wrong one. Even the right...
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The odds are against us. Trouble is always waiting somewhere. You can linger by the water cooler, you can lounge around the pool. The numbers are always out there, never quite adding up, always in staggering amounts. Probability is the only prophecy, and the world works embracing devastating waste. Start counting. Where ever you stop, that number is the wrong one. Even the right...
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new slang
The streets all even out, the river lost far beneath the highway. The moon swelling in Sagittarius as I change lanes, hardly moving at all. The slow change from windows to mirrors, all this glass and steel speeding like an apology, leaning hard into the dark. Long past any call for prayer, I point in no direction. I drive long past the utility...
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The streets all even out, the river lost far beneath the highway. The moon swelling in Sagittarius as I change lanes, hardly moving at all. The slow change from windows to mirrors, all this glass and steel speeding like an apology, leaning hard into the dark. Long past any call for prayer, I point in no direction. I drive long past the utility...
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later
It always was an island of no return, where lost souls without hope would set their baleful gaze. It was always a locked box meant to repel secrets. One day becomes another, this fool's reach spills into the wide horizon. Egrets above rice paddies seen from a road suspended in the sky. A crying child too sick to know he's dead.
The water is...
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It always was an island of no return, where lost souls without hope would set their baleful gaze. It was always a locked box meant to repel secrets. One day becomes another, this fool's reach spills into the wide horizon. Egrets above rice paddies seen from a road suspended in the sky. A crying child too sick to know he's dead.
The water is...
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metric
I would settle for a little fever, some small note measured in romance and future tense. A pane of glass, spattered with the relics of sainted insects, dusted with the insistence of material existence. The feel of cold water seething through hard teeth, that often longed for mouthful somewhere between speech and a kiss. It is in the sheen of expectant flesh, the work...
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I would settle for a little fever, some small note measured in romance and future tense. A pane of glass, spattered with the relics of sainted insects, dusted with the insistence of material existence. The feel of cold water seething through hard teeth, that often longed for mouthful somewhere between speech and a kiss. It is in the sheen of expectant flesh, the work...
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ill wishes
I look through your flesh to cast your shadow, this gaze that lingers like a burn. Medicine is only found in miles. The strange scintillations. The seeing of stars and hearing of birds. I scratch at these wan imaginings, their emptiness a kind of cheap invincible. The loss of the facts a small resorting to truth. The scheme of things suddenly warm and...
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I look through your flesh to cast your shadow, this gaze that lingers like a burn. Medicine is only found in miles. The strange scintillations. The seeing of stars and hearing of birds. I scratch at these wan imaginings, their emptiness a kind of cheap invincible. The loss of the facts a small resorting to truth. The scheme of things suddenly warm and...
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