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May 16, 2015
singing with the wind by cattservant creates a moment that is a "soothing oasis".
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Sonnet XXIX: An ending
The world bent towards the end I would have written
then like a harp-string snapped—the twisted threads
unwound, and all sprung back to what we had been
now I am gutted—and you, I think, are dead.
What use are harps when vaunting horns of silver
proclaim the world has ended; what for me
is left amongst the ruin and raging rivers
of blood and ash, and every tie cut free?
And yet—when your song wound through empty halls
and through your melodies all was reclaimed
I loved it then; that strain; its dying fall--
but tunes are lost, and only words remain.
Yes, only words remain. I cannot write
the wonder in your song—the
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an infinitesimal sibilance
a wisp of a whisper
remains in possessions
long after we're gone
perhaps forever
things we create
or build
or just treasure
faint echoes of others
faint echoes of us
still here
llp - dA - oct2013
DD - jun03/2015
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macrocosmic
i.
i have a theory
that the size
of the universe
is measured in
negative numbers:
so small that it
looped over
became big again
thus we are all
collapsing
into ourselves
and each other
brilliant clusters
entwined with
the void
and our expanses
are startled
and crossed
when we touch
and the universe
isn't enough
every nebula or
space where
a star was re-
placed with
something
that wasn't nothing
or a nothing
becoming something
ii.
lately the hole
in my chest
is growing,
so i will observe
the vacuum
and wait for
infinity recurring
a bleak space imploding
chemicals corroding
stark ribs contracting
volatile, reacting
is this a refr
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I discover a new old poem
from a dear friend;
happy surprise,
like seeing ivy flower break through the snow
violet delicate strength
from a dear friend;
happy surprise,
like seeing ivy flower break through the snow
violet delicate strength