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“Be,” says it.
You need not command it demand from it, nor fight it in fear. You are but a speck in its Eye floating like dust motes with not a finger on your flight’s— trajectory. You can do nothing but drift…
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Lily
I put words to the curls of your pale tresses, speak the stain on your lips, draw a line across your face, separating the eye from its soft lashes, the slick tongue from its parted mouth and the tilted neck…
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At the edge of sound
Silence is absolute— for every word spoken, every prayer fervently whispered, and every curse flung out to the Wide is met with the enormity of Silence. It says nothing, yet all sounds arise from it, and all sounds die in…
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Dreaming through my window
Draw me a picture, I say and yellow streams through the window blinds It paints a golden canvas on my wall with the tail end of your shadow swaying gently in the dipping sun. The picture softens and sharpens as…
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If words could set you free
These black lines on white are not bars, if you look long enough, they are doorways set ajar into Space
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