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Woods rot, wet cracks, lung snap
no deeper resonance
no riverbed hum
only ragged mists.
This land has been
softened
(marred)
village women, nurse, frown, shut fences
skittish cattle
calves
flank
blank
a stare from the naked echo;
a wolf-like yelp - tendons tight
inner thigh
pelvis, hip
hibiscus
rosehips
lemonbalm
O great ancient one
Leave this circle
Let the hills gather
Let the fault-lines roar.
no deeper resonance
no riverbed hum
only ragged mists.
This land has been
softened
(marred)
village women, nurse, frown, shut fences
skittish cattle
calves
flank
blank
a stare from the naked echo;
a wolf-like yelp - tendons tight
inner thigh
pelvis, hip
hibiscus
rosehips
lemonbalm
O great ancient one
Leave this circle
Let the hills gather
Let the fault-lines roar.
Literature
Unease
The world will face its early end
When scorn becomes the new trend
The remaining hope is our sense
Only we can save the world from its absence
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
Literature
The Meaning
We're all searching for a meaning,
To life, to love,
To sorrow, to death,
We think it must be a word,
a phrase,
some profound truth,
shining just out of our sight.
But what if,
life's meaning is but a butterfly's kiss?
It's the sight of that spring blossom
Welcoming the morning's light,
It's a friend's arm around you,
Amid grief's darkest night.
It's a waltz, that first kiss,
A teardrop's fall, the curtain call,
I see it in hands raised in worship,
And as tiny fingers greet the world,
Perhaps the meaning's not a word or phrase,
Neither a conundrum nor a matrix,
it's the sum of all our experiences,
The meaning is Life its
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