Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
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It’s the end of time
It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly… Continue Reading “It’s the end of time”
Simple perfection
I have often tried to recall if there was a first scene in a movie that has stayed with me. Nothing comes to mind offhand, and there I used to think I had a great memory. But, yesterday I think I filled in the… Continue Reading “Simple perfection”
A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos
A little dark, but not without wonder.. add on some sussuration. When the hoodoos ululate, I cannot hear cacophony in cachhination. As for the faeries… they left. In my castle, there are lucents taken from all else, so it shines after the grey. These fragile things, took eons to… Continue Reading “A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos”
What does it feel like to be right?
Doing the right thing should feel different, even if belatedly, than doing the wrong thing. What if we can’t tell the difference. The lines blur the more you focus. And then, there are times when we think we are doing the right thing while… Continue Reading “What does it feel like to be right?”
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