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I fell by the moonlight and splashed for a bit
In tumultuous shadows and labored to sit
In the crouching fluorescence that swims through the sky.
Hiding carved out tight ulcers and heaving black styes,
Here grow abscesses weeping, that sewage and broil
‘Til I languish in firmament, far from this soil
‘Til I’m sinking celestial, ‘til I shiver and smile
Misplacing the centuries, I’ll fade for a while.
These veins and dry rotting that I call my own
Will slip into specters until skin meets the bone.
Then the gaunt face will stare back through glossy white eyes
And my heartache will end as revered “temple” dies.
In tumultuous shadows and labored to sit
In the crouching fluorescence that swims through the sky.
Hiding carved out tight ulcers and heaving black styes,
Here grow abscesses weeping, that sewage and broil
‘Til I languish in firmament, far from this soil
‘Til I’m sinking celestial, ‘til I shiver and smile
Misplacing the centuries, I’ll fade for a while.
These veins and dry rotting that I call my own
Will slip into specters until skin meets the bone.
Then the gaunt face will stare back through glossy white eyes
And my heartache will end as revered “temple” dies.
Tanglewood poetry. 

© 2009 - 2025 abyssmalwind
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Amazing as always. You have this crazy grasp of choosing just the right words that can be appreciated for their meaning, the visuals they create, and the sounds they make. Also you just made me spend five minutes thinking abstractly about "misplacing the centuries". That is a beautiful phrase.
The imagery reminds me of Poe, but more subtle? More surreal? More Sarah. :]
The imagery reminds me of Poe, but more subtle? More surreal? More Sarah. :]