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Dormant by riparii, literature

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Dormant

Sleep and sway and constancy rain, two steady days, then three-- the horses crackle through the leaves and stamp away the mud. Brown grass lies tired, over-grazed, bit down from roots to dirt but winter lends her sympathy. Her breath, the sharp-edged air; her arms, the gaunt-limbed trees; she paces, slow where field mice cross themselves against the shadow of the wing and sacrifice their young. I go wordless, spellbound trading bravery for sleep, alone and sound; a bed where I abandon you, the livid world I sought, I find that I was never yours and you were never mine.

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(it is not a dream if it is everyday) by spoems, literature

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(it is not a dream if it is everyday)

i no longer have the gall to write letters to my universe. it’s stony quiet, all around. it’s possum eyes in headlights, abandoned chandeliers frozen in Victrola dust. some tireless pamphleteer has wrecked this room with motorized felicity! there must be at least one bill for every breath, paper mountains of indifference. and now, i see you are the same. you’re no magic planet. i will get up, some time tomorrow, mid morning, when the bugs have died, and drive to work and i won’t think there’s anything that ever came before that sun. and there, i’ll trade in shibboleths and type in pointy let

Residual by spoems, literature

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Residual

today’s reason to keep living: i thought of this six word story: here’s a pen, let’s end this. i survive, a blossom that heaves through winter like a lonely citystate, an intemperate Sodom waiting for God’s discrimination. i see it foaling its own diminishment when it had no right to colour me. and i’m reminded of how i start each morning with an ambered prayer and end the darkness with a glass bullet that i have taught how to dance. still i spin an echo, a copy of desolation, the weight of a single judgment. i see the sun spill out of the dull morning. muted and mocked, caged in iron weights that tug

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Artist // Student // Literature

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AlisonBlue

Aug 2, 2011

The Fire Cycle

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There are trees and they are on fire. There are hummingbirds and they are on fire. There are graves and they are on fire and the things coming out of the graves are on fire. The house you grew up in is on fire. There is a gigantic trebuchet on fire on the edge of a crater and the crater is on fire. There is a complex system of tunnels deep underneath the surface with only one entrance and one exit and the entire system is filled with fire. There is a wooden cage we're trapped in, too large to see, and it is on fire. There are jaguars on fire. Wolves. Spiders. Wolf-spiders on fire. If there were people. If our fathers were alive. If I could fi

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Jun 22, 2011

Bearing the Light

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Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs,  with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds -- the indivisible shared out in endless abundance. Denise Levertov 2003