Category: Poetry & Prose
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Healah Dancing
In a quiet room she bursts through the grey. A Delicate touch against a balet of mourning flesh and ivory. Gliding through the mist on tepid toes she opens the curtains to reveal her counterpart. Swelling strings echo the dance of Healah. Delighted, and a little shocked, by the response of the tinny strings she…
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On the Nature of Daylight
While it is still cold she washes her face, slapping small drops of water on the floor. Stains from yesterday bristle a crooked mirror, the one she has lived with and sat in the company of. In the darkness she dawns a shirt while listening to the dance of the crooked mirror. It whispers as…
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The Echoes of Silence
In a dark room there spun two lights. One carried the depth of the ocean another the light of the sun I saw them on a Thursday night, those pools bristled in an unfamiliar warmth I saw two small caves carved by the spinning by the burning by the yearning of the two lights I…
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Dear, Spring
Counting stars and building cars my internal combustion has killed the renaissance of your rose You’ve marked my body with your liquid mind I’m snow in your summer ,3 I’m dew in your autumn ,3 I’m milk in your spring ,3 I’ll see you tomorrow with 2 on my mind
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You
You will find me here again in two months. Oh, you. You are the idealistic audience who cares and has cared about my struggle. I owe you nothing, i give you everything. I love you when the time is consequential. You are my god and me. You are you whom i created out of an…
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The Dark Room
Two lost lights should fill up a dark room but they don’t they don’t they won’t when will they? The light it burns it burns it burns it burns it turns in the ballet of misogamy The light it yearns it yearns it yearns it yearns it turns astray from isogamy Two lost lights will…
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