I suppose we're children of a lesser god.

In the midst of the weak and willing, wanton words wed the woman moon, I am fox strings and evening shoulders, wane sunsets sickly, juxtaposed in furry earth. At times I am a feel-good glow star upon the ceiling, thusly awakened with two arms stretched far and wide, with two legs far and arrowed away, my head stretched ornately upon its neck; as a ( Read more... )

oh, this is a beautiful side of somewhere, lost elsewhere, underneath the terse crunch of crowding footsteps, all eager, and golden in the faces, for the moon to toss its reflection in the glowing well; and to show them. The earth, and the moon, and the salvation that blankets them are all old friends. And I, by the sweet rings of maple, ancient ( Read more... )

:: one wild night :: the seconds pour out as a challenger, this the afterhour of tuesday, pursues, as thoughts clamber to assume priority, position. at the somber moses hours of the day, the deep, delving sojourner. I must bend my head to one side - cocked; and admit, 'it's tough.' The deep delving journey spits ahead of itself, walks into its ( Read more... )

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The muses that haunt my pacings seemingly unsettle others, as they, in their all but pedestrian haunches, lope about their lives struggling, so inconspicuously, to appear and remain anything but. However, that’s on par with my standards, as on this early or late night, depending on how you would deem fit, I am amidst a voracious cold in the most ( Read more... )

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I’m studying the eye. It’s black, as in dark, wild, and rouged in sound, as in a scream, something silent, unworldly in otherness opened, and set upon me. The eyelids are boiling white, as in anger; also, as an incensed dove struggling in heaven, soaring back to earth, fearing the clear air heating up its beak; that same wind tearing up its eyes ( Read more... )

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