Some Notes on the Collapse of a Secret Empire

[teawill]

It is dead inside my brain, dead dead dead like a caged animal
Which used to spit fire and gnash fangs and claw its way through the most disobedient tufts of air,
the most persistent silences,  suddenly collapsed on itself and the cage vanished
And so did the darkness around it, the soil, the wafting folds of tent cloth
(for inside everyone has a

Comments

[anomic_tm]

Love this:
"There’s death, but memory won’t stop complaining about it."
And this:
"The fruits of the pirate which had dared so boldly and so winsomely into the choppiest and most
Turbulent waters - the most specific and the most novel of thoughts - and we have relics and troves"

[teawill]

Wow, thank you.

Do you ever feel like that, though? Like -- some part of you is missing, some dearly beloved but unfairly neglected part, and it hurts to remember how it used to be so important to you?

[anomic_tm]

Yeah a bit, sometimes...
but it's more like it's there, but it's faded or fading...
something like that

[teawill]

Yes.

Makes you miss high school sometimes. (We were so free to want whatever.)

[anonymous]

your long lines remind me of Walt Whitman :)

- monching

[teawill]

Oh I know him! American poet, right? :D

Long lines are for chatty people. Chatchatchat. It's a curse.