reypulque

It’s the music that they make out of you, though I’m one to speak, I do the same thing too. The feel that permeates, the stories made out of your space. The way sometimes you’re the all that shines in any golden moment, the gold where all else is gray hinting silver, bathing brightly in the mind. I only say to be mindful of all...
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There’s a science to it, though it’s never the science they seek. There’s a path even when there isn’t a plan. Hands together and the candles lit, the words pronounced, the geometry observed. Warily we wake in daylight to chase the moon with mad abandon. Heavily we hear our hearts drop then we sing unto the green holly. The misery we were made from, the...
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The stars are out even when you don’t see them, beaten at once by the boundless blue sky and the blazing yellow sun. The thoughts exist even when you don’t think them, spinning there in the circuitous grooves of the ethereal wax, your mind the stylus instilled to the inevitable. This spilling inside out self and sense, the thorough stirring of the every element in...
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I’m still working up the courage. I’m still thinking about loose ends. It builds, it eases, it begins to build again. It’s not news, it’s not a current turn, I’ve been like this for many miserable years. It’s part of the kind of impossible I wound up. It’s part of the picture I can’t see. It might be that it loves company, but it still...
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At last there will be a last gasp, a tremble before the final curtain, the structure’s vast collapse. All the burdens borne, all the grief beset flesh at last released. The unfinished business finished none the less, the work, the love, the leisure done at a stroke. Shapeless and changing, given all at once away. Neither woe nor consolation, neither trick or treat will reach....
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The night at its darkest, the dream’s encasement, the troubling music from organs unknown. Waking from the healing witchcraft, from the angle of insistence, the memory of the entangled limbs and breathless kisses between cures. Sore on down through the various barriers, the concrete poured so deep, the sledge breaking and burying at once. These whims and constructs batted about by the animal, these spells...
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Everyday is all wake up and wonder, everything always hurry up and wait. The fever breaks and you barely notice. The moon sails by and it barely makes a dent. A blunt bowl, a glutted sail, a luminous spoon spilling shine in a drive by sky. Not a hint of that as you spin on your heel and get to work. The padding to the...
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You might stand time’s test, you don’t know. By now you might already even be a cult, who’s to say. I go by a book or two, but that’s mostly all I got. A corner and a call sign, a preponderance of words. So drolly as we fade away, so glibly as we grieve. We are seen or we are occluded, the dream unraveling in...
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These are not the days we savor. These are not the joyful hours. The morning smoke from the blazing fires, the choke that grows throughout the afternoon, the early evenings clouds and winds that loosen the cord and drives the clouds through the burdensome blue. We make do, sweating through the swelter, holding our places as long as we can bear. We do without, the...
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The light wavers once you switch it on, maybe the lamp, maybe the surge protector you project. There is no amount of expertise you won’t flout for these scraps of conjecture. There is no amount of dread enough to slow the roll of your thinking. The little shops you seem so sure you visited before now direct you to the mall in the ziggurat, to...
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