like wild horses
before the storm
here comes the
turning away
we have heard all
those plots before and
i am caring less
what your gods
have to say
i unbind knots
that blind stained eyes
and give over to both
the bone and the stone
crashing down
like a waterfall
when comes the
turning away
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i slumber the under
with gut pull drag
forgetting all names
i am tired, so will you
hold me tonight?
and when i
stop making sense
growing fungal
to the loam
bury me inside and
hold me tonight
deadwood and memories
howling to driven
let the rain come
falling and just
hold me tonight
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we old crow frenzy
leaving trails of scarlet
trailing off in fresh fallen snow
standing tall of stone north
we are not your sacrifice
we are not your country
we are flint & steel
battle cry & cauldron
we stand of october
swinging blackthorn
without an ounce of fear
Disclosure: My use of those tools most often associated with divination are largely as randomized writing prompts, often with the intent of personal alchemy. They are not intended to be representative of traditional divinatory practice. My personal interpretations (and methods) will likely not agree with those found in popular culture.
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Well, you knew there was going to be more to this drama. The mouth pain fading off with the sunset was never an option.
As of Saturday, my mouth was tender on the left side, but improving on a daily basis. I was all ready to blame my enflamed gums resultant from flossing and brushing malpractice by the owner (me) for my mouth hurting. Gradual improvements with diligent flossing and brushing supported the idea.
I ate breakfast on Saturday and went to one of those wholesale clubs to stock up on food. One of the things I like to pick up as a diabetic’s alternative to candy are nuts to snack on when I feel a little peckish. So I picked up a variety while I was shopping to have around.
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I haven’t heard John Denver’s song in multiple decades (until today) and yet… It comes to mind for whatever reasons such things come to mind when I started to think about my impending road trip beginning about midweek. It doesn’t even fit with the theme in which the song was thought to be written for, which is generally how these things work. I’m not going off war, nor standing outside the door of a young beau looking for a last kiss before I leave, and I plan to be back home by the end of next week (so I know when I’ll be back again).
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