reypulque

forgot

There were details that seemed important. Things that should be noticed, at least mentioned in passing. Words swarmed around them, and for a moment they were blazing bright in the lonely hovel of my mind. Now I look for them and they are gone. Forgotten is as good as never was, in these slow hours. Forgotten is as good as formless amid all these...
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here in the ever after

There is that first light switch, touched out of habit, a muscle memory of deep magic. There is that single web spun across the walk, that hint of silver, that spell of silk. There is the lively waves of wind and leaf, the strange shouts of fear and isolation, the flesh livid with sweat and breath. Here in the ever...
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earthbound

These early wings, so dark and swift, seem leavened with a sweetness. A gentleness bordering on the shy despite such speed and skill. It is that observers error, to assign the pleasures of seeing and the humor of the mind to the subject seen. That capable mistake that we use again and again to paint our world. Still the swallows spire and dip, looping...
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true or not

It's no use. I can't separate these sifted longings from the long answer after your name. I can't turn off the blue movies that play in my blood every time I see your eyes. There are no photographs to tatter, no letters left to send. Every post is past tense, though I play act at calm. I hold you so close that...
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feather

I can hardly keep an eye upon the bright horizon. I can hardly look to see at all. Some days blunt, some days dwindling, some days left staring into the empty air. I gather the pieces I missed at the last sweeping. I make a little puzzle before throwing everything away.

The days first crows crowed in tandem, some turf war fought out atop...
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fireworks

All the smoke has gone to heaven, the ashes left us to build what we might of this world. Blood drawn in tiny vibrant vials, filling guts with the potential for eggs, wings soft and translucent in the still air. Breath spent on aimless conversation, stained like glass, drained of any but the most measured of purpose. How subtle the infiltration when so little...
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temper

You killed the Buddha as introduction, kissed the sky as an excuse. All these limits seem to spill from your pockets, miracles from the earth leavened by your feet. It is only the blunt compromise of the familiar, the blur cut in the air by distance and heat. It is only the beauty of incompletion, your life a puzzle never to be solved. The...
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equalize

It isn't always me, just the skin I woke up in. It isn't just the name, it is the nature I have shed. Sparks light in the lung dark sky, stars and airplanes and satellites loosed to spy and whisper. The sickly glow arises all around, street light and houses and traffic all conspire to blind us to the night. The wind dries the...
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extinguish

Bright eyes and heavy lids--
this feeling gives way with
the measure of a single blink,
that long stare so full--
longing and meaning and
unfettered animal bliss--
erased by a single instance.
Passion always tugs at beginnings,
polar attunements and the realigning
that makes such a mess of crossing stars.
Breath and fire entwined
those Escher tensions that impose
these sedentary limitations--
one...
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take the cake

She is a mystery, but it isn't the puzzle that you ache to unwrap. She is a glory, but her halo is not the radiance you wish to embrace. All the tricks of language, all the perceptions of intelligence, all the storied actions of art and creation-- they are the icing, not the cake. Flesh and breath and the lingering touch. She...
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gray for blue

Daylight, and I am the only stranger here. The gray slate gradates, full of birds and blues. Cement grays and asphalt grays, blues full of shadows and exhaust steam. The moon floats along some strident lines, swaying on transient hinges. Headache and the blur of distant voices. The radio crackle of these bookended days.

Cold sweats and looks of bewilderment. The shuffled...
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tranquilize

Even if they play the dreams backwards, you still awake the same. The journey loses a little something when you never arrive. Slabs of metal, chunks of stone, green fields where harrowing favors are grown-- all these myths are skinned and eaten right before you. Everything that lasts bites back.

You awake when the fiends are upon you. You awake with teeth slicing through...
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