the cold light settled in the pit of our minds while through a looking glass, finger smudged & hazy, we drank the stars. we took in their stark familiarity, their beautiful sadness filled us with an empty hope that, though without direction, in our dreams pierced the hearts of a thousand souls. our wake traced pale memories crooked and easy to follow. wasn't it always so obvious weren't we always so slow to see won't the day arrive when these burning suns swim a little further from our shores?


















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the roads along which the prophets walked are littered with silence. disparate remains of faithful whispers & righteous sighs. devoted dust motes hang upon sun stained air with unreal clarity & unclear intent. padded footsteps mirror war drums on the breeze & the horizon bound stare on their collective countenance echoes a history long forgotten, a wiped clean slate wrapped & pressed warm to the breast like an holy infant. helplessly tangled amidst wooded beads, strung pieces of silver & gold kissed by the commencing hammer & delicate, brittle grass, dried by centuries & woven with knobby fingers. once green & growing & gently laid to rest under the heels of some wizened & sagging forebear.















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i once knew a man who hardly spoke a word at all. less still did his whispers speak harshly of others. to those who knew him & those whose circuitous orbit brought them eventually to each other again & again, & from time to time. he seemed more a curiosity, an intriguing at first, yet seemingly easily solvable mystery, a childs riddle of human existence.

often he found himself treading upon unstill waters. spume kissing the worn heels of his feet. a sea of resent. he would wander between countless creaking hulls & cracked keels. yet he smiled as he did so. a welcome port he had opened for these vessels, welcome to those who deemed it necessary, appropriate or justifiable to harbour there.














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with an atypical, earnest, & grand sweep were loosed ribbons of sky. shredded remnants of a studded & shuttered divine ear. crystal meaninglesness & stillborn lights tittered & trembled under the ambrosia caress of the void. touched by a profound, beautiful sadness that sometimes kindled & flickered at the corners in the eyes periphery or when the time seemed right to rise & consume with wanton angst once darkened pupils now opalescent now wise now nowhere to be seen.
























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