spiritual

a longing

gimme that potato salad with the mustard sauce and the bacon those fried mushrooms with the smell rising mind my big nose pressed flatly against foggy glass approve my flirtatious hands as they make fake feetprints for amusement, in lieu of art, on grey glass in threenight, i will be at this same tall door […]

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In flight

Soul-spoken spirit, unbound, in flight. Pineal eye gets a look. Events celestial. Of a hair’s breadth am I, in this filament. Then, a promise warms me like an innocent’s blush. And now this mote understands.

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Too little, too late?

It doesn’t matter now. What you say. What you do. If you cry, gnash teeth, rend clothing, wear ashes. There are no more new leaves to be turned over. A change of heart grows of its own, and not quickly. See, only a few will have seats in the parliament of planets.

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The Difference

Clarice awakes, but her dream abides. Don’t be offended when she speaks pleasantries, or not at all. What you might hear is only a placeholder for a short story of ten thousand pages. She’s seen a distant horizon, but can’t get there. Knows the true names of our colours, and how to ask questions of […]

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