Tag: betwixt and between

  • in your pale

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    seeking switches
    to flip to the off
    turn down the bed
    tune out the head
    let the phantoms
    have their haunt

    whisper the winds
    my name as the same and
    yours the forever unknown
    and i don’t care
    what you’re called
    just haunt my halls
    in your pale

  • become of long

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    given fresh rain fallen
    a sanctuary in grey
    wash away the stain

    desire burns fleeting
    quench all heat away
    embrace river flowing

    puddle rings watercolor
    mirrors of granite sky
    i become of long man
    i become of long

  • enjoin me

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
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    the troubles keep and
    none of them mine
    there is no time to cry

    i step to oak & slender
    the place within
    i could dream all day &
    all night in the within

    flint, cuts skin, bone
    to drag me of wood
    spell some silence
    for me, one who sees
    enjoin me to whole

  • seek no

    settle to stone and
    quit with the roam
    seek no, seek no more

    to take axe to axel
    to stop up the ramble
    seek no, seek no more

    follow low water
    flow dark home
    seek no, seek no more

  • Fever

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    A fever of climbing, each foot thorned on ossified remains of the other selves of his, those forgotten parts laying wasteshattered on this hill of broken dreams.

    Cut hands, his own slivered bones shredding flesh to ribbons as he crawls his pile of human debris. Sunlight at the center, high above, mocking. It is not obtainable, but he has his own Sisyphus path, and that path involves the play of light and shadow with his burden being self — something far more weighty than stone.

    A blink away of bloodstained sweat, he looks away from the improbissble past placed there in the fore. There is no sense in entertaining goals. Goals imply a chance at success. Success brings hope. Hope? No.

    Right arm right foot left arm left foot, shudderdream quakes and shakes, and involuntary scream. But still, he carries his leadself up, an empty skull of his staring from the hill. All the whispers shout encouragements, but he cannot remain still to gather them in.

  • memories and souvenirs

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    winnowed of wind
    we shed our chaff
    over long seas to carry
    our selves to elsewhen

    even midnights fade
    when woven of windsong
    where our souls
    do dare go at wilds

    take a souvenir if
    that you must to recall
    but, as such, memories
    are nothing at all

  • hold

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    come the drift as
    voices fade away
    the taste of ash
    'cross my tongue
    distrust, the taste
    of dream

    bone hands stolen
    of twilight childe
    hold onto me, hold

  • pict-too

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    a slendering into irrelevance
    pict-too pict-too painted blue
    —and now the unwanting

    to crawl down to bed in seek
    to find a dream in shiftspace
    between the you and the me

    that clackbone cracking
    after the summer, corewood
    once living, now dead

    kiss me before the afterglow fades
    pict-too pict-too all painted blue
    to slip to my slendering again

  • sudden summer

    black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
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    sudden summer rain
    calls to the napping
    of grey dark the room
    i still ache to dream

    winter tales,
    winter song

  • crash

    Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash
    distractions become bliss with
    the fever of fingers dancing
    in the darkest shadows and
    a kiss before that small death
    where stars blur and blend
    slipstream into one present
    into rising waves of pasts
    beyond remembering
    to crash into you