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Haiku of the 10 year friendShould this be our last
decade, well, I'm glad yours were
the last lips I kissed.
How Should I Love?I am therefore I
catch your wink and shrink before
my sky's newest star.
I lazed long onto your kiss,
your kiss lazed back onto me.
Morning's Hidden RoadThis brain has an ability I cannot quite fathom.
Clashing view points that I thrash my arms about inbetween.
The worst is this objective/ subjective thing. Real/ unreal.
Surface and fold. For the longest time I wanted to die.
Unable to cope with external reality, I
quested inwards, chemically guided, prescripted and
else-wise. I found there is no road but the one we're making.
A silly mistake, receptors flooded, the dawn floored me.
Funny, the attempts I made and yet being that close made me care
The bottomless seas
of experience; one day
all of us will drown.
The siren's singing ceases,
the way shows itself again.
Full Tank 3Relaxing my eyes,
the vision blurs; the jewel-
net itself is seen.
I allow my lids to close,
the inner light overflows.
Full Tank 2Hungry eyes, old man.
How painfully desire dies,
your sighs inflame regret.
Narcissus' tears fill the Styx,
rippling on his reflection.
Full Tank 1The other's self so
close in orbit that we might
share an atmosphere
Without one the loudest shout
Is quiet as a whisper
Being There, 4.50 29-9-9How do you comfort
your lover when her mother
has just killed herself?
Tears wiped away in the dark
still wet my hand five years on
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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