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All my life led me. I asked for beauty and waited into ages I never imagined inhabiting. Never thought I would prove her at such numbers. I asked for dreams upon dreams and was given such pain I twisted and changed over and over again, woke with a start from so many things I didn't… Continue reading Orange Tree
How dare we all? Go into that night, at all. We who create all the meaning there ever was, and is, and is to come. We who carry life heavy, because it is, and see everything by light, because we are (made of stars). We who compose cities of stars, but don't know, or don't… Continue reading Night
There is just nothing beautiful in winter that I can see, or feel, or write into a warm meaning. I don't know how. And there is nothing beautiful in the things you did, and said, and I could write about it, paint blood into art– I do know how. But how dare I make meaning… Continue reading some things
permanent world being baby new, the solid earth still shifts beneath our feet. Mountains we cannot move cover our cities, centuries; this life flowed forward and we gaze back to where we once fought to survive. In our bones we remember how it felt to struggle, and ultimately to live, even if just barely. It… Continue reading All this
that you unfurled, like a flower, petals as gentle as life was not. what was knotted, hardened, twisted up tight– is undone, falling about, loose, light, peony rich. that you, delicate, soft, feel like home, after being away awhile. that you are as bloom, now, as you were bud, with us. I hope there's so… Continue reading I hope death healed you
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