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...Even Then, We Are Happy...
First, from nothing scarce.
From the significance in first tormenting light after leaving the dark.
I wanted to mention how love saved certain severances...The blood and clay…soul molded and punctured body of constellations…
How we break free.
How my star falls tonight.
Into the root. Into the wind to feel the soil again. Like his hands wavering the beginnings of sun and s...
Thursday 18th July 2019 6:52 pm
...Die And Live With Me...
Dark birds hover around the wounds of the mystic. They are thirsty.
I am forrayed emitting light. Swashbuckling my shadow. Descending. Invisible ethereal mist...
The fog attributed to the charm of strangers. Colors harbor the noisy cloud of confessionals.
I feel the foam of ruins. Mirrors with cracked edges. Silhouettes...
Doors sunken within eyes. Sunny shoveled graves. Hollowed out e...
Monday 1st July 2019 11:11 pm
...We Are Us Jose...
I want to confess that the last minute is the bell tapered within his hands.
That single gesture of ominous struggle to wring out hazards and corridors. Rusted knobs like knuckles.
Eyelash fringe of frosted root. Cold clemency. Integrous beasts. We are jailed flutter. Inside. Within…
We free one another together.
I search for the maze of divine intervention and wings.
He i...
Monday 1st July 2019 10:30 pm
...This Is Man...
They frame me in the milestones. Something like an unkempt garden. I am half naked in blizzards of truth. Temperamental hands unclothe me...
Uprooted.
Because you love me whispers from adversaries blow at our threads. The nature of their beasts forget the importance of their Mothers...Of women. Umbilical iridescence floats away. Kites like thoughts lose strings...
I promise...
Monday 1st July 2019 10:24 pm
...Electricity...
This pain in the darkness…
It came to sudden eve to blaspheme the torment of branch through the quintessential.
It took through the walls the solidity of ghost stories mending soul with ethereal strings and fire.
The amplitude of dust from centuries ferments in my body as life.
And, the blood seeps from the willow trees within pen as ink.
Playing into fruition heart chords drizzled...
Monday 14th January 2019 1:08 am
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