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How vast is the void?
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light the universe.
haiku | Maven Ma... | DO IT TO...
imbued
There are times when it seems that running as fast as you can is only just fast enough

and there is no space for stopping to admire the chill of autumn dressed in it's freshly pressed cider
or the deep inhalation of long awaited rains. (more)
physics ... | a full t... | just kee...
nothing to lose
This was meant for 'at home':

Its as if my house is made up
of many levels.
Not connected by beam nor board,
they band together by shadow, and spider's silk. (more)
poetry
spruce it up
She took to reading obscure science fiction novels
by candlelight, drinking wine under the covers, and pretending to smoke. Her repertoire  consisted of learning strange accents and using them to enlighten ironic circumstances. Such circumstances included but were not limited to: sneaking up on the cat, under(more)
milk
How wonderful it would be if a portion of my brain continued to color, writing bright spaces into mundanity, even as I apologize for being out of milk. But milk is so boring and lacking in juice for insight. Maybe that's why I've written today. We are familiar now,(more)
likely s... | complete... | sometime...
step right up
oh heck you're handsome
won't you be sweet too my dear?
come on, step right up
haiku | oh my | gosh
what will you do?
At times poetry is like a measure of wine,
giving credence to the dreams of the weary.

As a drunkard lighting the way home,
one wonders if water might not have been best
(more)
ecstatic | poetry | wine
goodbye
This post was meant for Notoriously, but ended up under Goodbye:

The topic of choice is unknown
and might as well go on being unknowable
to the impatient. (more)
be here | in sprin... | now
just fishing
Awakening, calm and peaceful like.
A single tendril of a storyline clinging to my consciousness. Altered by its flavor, I am curled within a series of  confident thoughts. Familiarity blossoms all the way down, as would the fluid recursions of a Mandelbrot set. And yet, with the alacrity of a(more)
morning | dream st...
broken door
Broken:
Branches
Records
Hearts
Things
(more)
broken | door | labyrint...
you and
You and your
Insecurity.
A blanket,
undermining your fragrance
with every beat.
An anchor, (more)
Old frie... | dancing | forgivne...
try to get there
Occasionally
I am stuck
pulling characters out of a hat.
Except
each missive is an outfit
that is not the right size. (more)
emotions | neutrali... | directio...
kneeling
So here we are
kneeling, unspeaking
uninterrupted.

Like actors upon a stage,
who already know the verdict, (more)
I don't ...
butterfly wing
A butterfly takes flight
in a lonely meadow.
It is just before dusk and the sky
is riveted in violet.
Perhaps, this is its last journey.
(more)
its wInt...
not so much
What fallow fields
we have seeded,
whilst ripping out the roses
of possibility.

The waters of love have been wasted (more)
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