graven
The stone is that last punctuation, the one that will not be followed by word or deed. The stone marks the long pursued course at long last ended, the abridged language of finality listing gently on a sea of shifting soil. It is a small spirit, a garden god, something cryptic and graven to seal the moment with-in your soul. The divine is mostly...
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The stone is that last punctuation, the one that will not be followed by word or deed. The stone marks the long pursued course at long last ended, the abridged language of finality listing gently on a sea of shifting soil. It is a small spirit, a garden god, something cryptic and graven to seal the moment with-in your soul. The divine is mostly...
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the workings of the worm
It stares with the gravitas of ancient bronze, attuned to the sound of furtive shadows blooming beneath the bluster of early stars. It waits just around the corner, it slips off its shoes, knowing your plans and intentions. These days the nights seem to all bunch up at one end, huddled with the angle, obeying the inevitable sloping down. These...
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It stares with the gravitas of ancient bronze, attuned to the sound of furtive shadows blooming beneath the bluster of early stars. It waits just around the corner, it slips off its shoes, knowing your plans and intentions. These days the nights seem to all bunch up at one end, huddled with the angle, obeying the inevitable sloping down. These...
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utility
So it is with things that are broken. So it goes with the time once it's spent. Sort these stragglers by shape and color. Sort them into blacks and blues. No-one will remember the order. What is there to know about an absence once it is gone?
Faceless days and sleepless nights, each mistake a nest of knives, each credo a swarm of swords....
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So it is with things that are broken. So it goes with the time once it's spent. Sort these stragglers by shape and color. Sort them into blacks and blues. No-one will remember the order. What is there to know about an absence once it is gone?
Faceless days and sleepless nights, each mistake a nest of knives, each credo a swarm of swords....
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sisyphus
The gray reach of the storm touches everything in sight. It makes rivers from rooftops, slickens the glide of every daring wing. It bends words and the things they have settled on, confusing the distinction between field and pond, road and gutter. It flays leaf and pavement, animal and machine alike. It is that torrent of life and ache, and it flows from livid...
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The gray reach of the storm touches everything in sight. It makes rivers from rooftops, slickens the glide of every daring wing. It bends words and the things they have settled on, confusing the distinction between field and pond, road and gutter. It flays leaf and pavement, animal and machine alike. It is that torrent of life and ache, and it flows from livid...
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Sabbath
Flecks of rain baptize the pavement, the promise if not the act of washing away its stains. Crows leave their high roosts in ritual alarm. Clouds crawl by above it all, aloof and lost in their wounded thoughts. The street lights flicker, as if they were waiting for someone to come along and just finally tell them what to do. The parking lot at...
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Flecks of rain baptize the pavement, the promise if not the act of washing away its stains. Crows leave their high roosts in ritual alarm. Clouds crawl by above it all, aloof and lost in their wounded thoughts. The street lights flicker, as if they were waiting for someone to come along and just finally tell them what to do. The parking lot at...
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something settles
The day ends its half-hearted procession in a flow of gray disarray, the music of the wind whipping the clouds into riot the last song played before the languid descent into another faceless night. The fluid beauty of an ever changing constant, that river feeling when you finally reach the water you could only hear beyond rock, fern and tree. Awash in the...
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The day ends its half-hearted procession in a flow of gray disarray, the music of the wind whipping the clouds into riot the last song played before the languid descent into another faceless night. The fluid beauty of an ever changing constant, that river feeling when you finally reach the water you could only hear beyond rock, fern and tree. Awash in the...
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anointed
Belabor the point. Overcome your reticence. Say exactly what you mean, in plain words, measured evenly against your intent. State your case, make your persuasions. The distance between us cannot be bridged with thoughts or words. There is that space that travel never bridges, a lapse between minds, a blind-spot that we can not perceive. Understanding is so rarely understood.
I feel your frustration:...
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Belabor the point. Overcome your reticence. Say exactly what you mean, in plain words, measured evenly against your intent. State your case, make your persuasions. The distance between us cannot be bridged with thoughts or words. There is that space that travel never bridges, a lapse between minds, a blind-spot that we can not perceive. Understanding is so rarely understood.
I feel your frustration:...
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this small sad moment
At this moment the moon is gone, slid off the sky on bright blue rails. Shadows are long and touch toes with the objects they caress and entomb. There is a quiet reckoning, dirt and shovel, worm and bird. Things are put on their shelves, things are put in their places. The absences and contradictions are staggering.
Every thought gets stuck...
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At this moment the moon is gone, slid off the sky on bright blue rails. Shadows are long and touch toes with the objects they caress and entomb. There is a quiet reckoning, dirt and shovel, worm and bird. Things are put on their shelves, things are put in their places. The absences and contradictions are staggering.
Every thought gets stuck...
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spell check
Desire held tight, as beautiful and delicate as blown glass. Clasped so close holding and held lose distinction, your own heart beat the weight of hand upon your skin. That feel of clothes removed with breathless purpose, the touch of moonlight spilled down your spine. The soul unwinds, so hot and hungry. Your eyes are lit and the very air is appetite.
The...
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Desire held tight, as beautiful and delicate as blown glass. Clasped so close holding and held lose distinction, your own heart beat the weight of hand upon your skin. That feel of clothes removed with breathless purpose, the touch of moonlight spilled down your spine. The soul unwinds, so hot and hungry. Your eyes are lit and the very air is appetite.
The...
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the tide
The day bends to the visible spectrum, bright and blue and vaguely missed. A cat makes a run at some blur of a bird, children chase each other, screaming beneath an open sky. Surprises remain mostly surreptitious. I step outside to blow an ant off the back of my hand. In a world where most paths remain unseen, it seems the least I...
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The day bends to the visible spectrum, bright and blue and vaguely missed. A cat makes a run at some blur of a bird, children chase each other, screaming beneath an open sky. Surprises remain mostly surreptitious. I step outside to blow an ant off the back of my hand. In a world where most paths remain unseen, it seems the least I...
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etiquette
How soft seems the fever when it finds you, overwrought and full of murdered angels. How kind seems the cold that tries to break your bones, shaking you from your life on out. These ripples that enclose us, these tiny fires and brittle lights that abound despite the empty. These echoes of imperfect solutions that fill and and flow through all the holes that...
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How soft seems the fever when it finds you, overwrought and full of murdered angels. How kind seems the cold that tries to break your bones, shaking you from your life on out. These ripples that enclose us, these tiny fires and brittle lights that abound despite the empty. These echoes of imperfect solutions that fill and and flow through all the holes that...
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company and keep
Gray compounds gray: the air, the sky, the blank slate cement and the gathering of shadows. Walls painted the color of wan abandon, floor clotted with these collapsed notions and murdered ghosts. Cold air settling in these small gaps between walls, cold flesh closing its hands around these remainders of blood and bones. The silt-laden light spills in through open blinds, drowning...
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Gray compounds gray: the air, the sky, the blank slate cement and the gathering of shadows. Walls painted the color of wan abandon, floor clotted with these collapsed notions and murdered ghosts. Cold air settling in these small gaps between walls, cold flesh closing its hands around these remainders of blood and bones. The silt-laden light spills in through open blinds, drowning...
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