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The stars keep still hereThe stars keep still hereThe stars keep still here
above this lonely terrain where desire breeds chaos
and feeds
on the restlessness in my veins the sway and promise of your smile
has taken root displacing vows sowing dangerous ground
The stars keep still here allowing sky to brood
on possibilities that grow
at your voice's command unquiet now is the waking want
finding its legs
on soil gone fertile with sudden love


Sasha GrimTime hiccupped while Sasha was nursing a cup of coffee in the lunchroom of the office complex where she worked. It was a brief flicker but she knew what it meant all the same. She'd been gazing idly in Gary Piedmont's direction -- Gary with his perennial tan and cobra-like grace -- when suddenly in his place was a bloodied and burnt apparition with bugs caught in its smile.Sasha Grim
She watched, wide-eyed, fingers tightening spasmodically around the cup of coffee she held as the thing walked across the room in Gary's well-tailored suit and sat down. Then she blinked and the ghastly image was gone.


Pantoum collaboration1.Pantoum collaboration
west of the sunset east of the dawn a place that begets spontaneous awe
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east of the dawn where Crane bows her crest spontaneous awe golden eggs in her nest
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where Crane bows her crest languid dreams are the law golden eggs in her nest and the stars are gewgaws
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languid dreams are the law in night's velvet bower and the stars are gewgaws to moon and her lover
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in night's velvet bower the angels asleep to moon and her lover the


roses were her favourite lies.roses were her favourite lies.
the raindrops fall because everything is melting and our hearts are breaking, and we started fading.
and it would seem nothing can save us.
so we spend our last days whispering our favourite lies about how the sun slit its wrists, and the moon cried for days.
and it would seem nothing could save them.
(we broke down that wall that our past put together, and it blew up into a million polariods and paper clips.)
and darling,
you didnt care.


mes cauchemars t'aiment aussi 7 AM: i'm pretending to sleep in order to keep myself awake from you, even though you're just whispering to the person next to you about me but no it's not about me; it never is. i'm just paranoid and jealous and in over my head (not you)mes cauchemars t'aiment aussi
i'm thinking of the lines for me you should've at least Googled instead of fabricating lies to me that are just as fabricated as you and your ersatz partner-in-crime whose name makes me cringe in the same way your eyelashes


souls high kites with holessouls are high kites with holes, the sky is like a crystal ballsouls high kites with holes
Blue sky harrow: How lost for adjectives Are we To break our fast up there Sugar, tea, and birdsong?
Of course, kites, souls Curiosities, wind being free While we, ground strung Gullivers Flat beneath the Colossal eye
We're watchers Of the wolcen burnspot Pupil paling West, always
What do I call myself? My sex deliquesced An epicene, I'm a lover of honey bees And toadstools
With plume For tongue, Duck-green


playing pretend and livingwe are the best at pretending we're immortal.playing pretend and living
our tomorrows have no suns to lift to the sky. our todays never really leave us, just stretch themselves out. we frolic across the crossed-out dates on calendars and leap month to month as the pages are torn. we lie down in the craters of the harvest representing October, bury our fate in the field of Irish wheat that comes with March, but we know that we'd never have to leave. we'd never have to get up to know we're breathing.
we are the best at pretending nothing is temporary. no, nothing is temporary when you don't have to wake up in the middle of a dream and interrupt


NovemberNovember 1stNovember
some night, orange and distant, has apparently transcended necessity. the rare morning light beams down in slats from the blinds like an alien invasion; was i returned just now? have i awoken the galaxy of sound and weight? my newly discovered body, oddly ancient, rolls off in search of feet; my mind still distilling dreams, obsessing on photo-flashes of past lives in the vain attempt to explicate the curious thrall that had me believing in words. i listen for the hum of breathing at 900MHz, then turn towards a door in search of a known world to apprehend, a name
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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I am quite a philisophical homosapien.
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"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in a hour."
William Blake
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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Living my dreams
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