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saturday watches
your heavy sleep
i live alone in
the thought
of you
your breath
moves like a river
cold rain
on the window
gathers like doubt
and falls away
your heavy sleep
i live alone in
the thought
of you
your breath
moves like a river
cold rain
on the window
gathers like doubt
and falls away
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Anagoge
We sit chained to the ground, Staring at shadows on the wall, Trying to decipher meaning, From their formless shapes. After years of painful struggle, Somehow, I break the chains. They had become brittle... Corroded by my blood and tears. I stand up and turn around, Realizing we are in a deep cave, Up ahead there is a bright light, Shining like a beacon of hope. Slowly, I make my way there, The brightness hurting my eyes, After years of seeing shadows, The light cuts me like a knife. At last, I reach the entrance, And at first, I can't see anything, Only a vast white emptiness, Until slowly I begin to see... There in front of me I see them, Forming and unforming in time, The mental formations we create, Expanding with each new thought. I strain to the limit of my vision, And see that there is another wall, A boundary formed by paradoxes, A prison of our mental limitations. But as I look out into the vastness, I realize that the walls are receding, Ever expanding in an act of
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NaPo 2023: Day 16
trains rattled without sound but you were pronounced dead long before the smoke cleared -- and you were piles of wine red that stretched for miles and miles and miles
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Wanderer
Sailing the infinite cosmos
In darkness long and wide,
A sudden spark of awareness
On a macrocosmic ride.
Wandering the earthly plane
Bathing holographic mecury.
Stardust sprinkled on the waves
Of a deep and Delphic sea.
Scattered stars upon your skin,
Moonlight shining from within.
Reveling under the stardust,
Consumed by my wanderlust.
All your fears and all your woes
Forever laid to rest;
But my heart a loveless rock,
Static in my chest.
Capable of so much love,
And buried underhill.
Stargazing your lovely eyes―
And I feel nothing still.
Every shadow its own shade,
Converging on my dreams.
Silence cuts me like a
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I like the idea of rain gathering like doubt. Nice work.