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Who said we gave up?
When the shards of silvered glass settle on the ground at our feet, our trained response to the stimulus is to examine our image in them. The plurality of polyhedrons share a similar propensity for reflection but we're  too transparent and it's apparent that our apparitions have been cultivated from something insubstantial. There's the clothes but like all postmodern emperors we're most comfortable shielded by lies from inquiring eyes; our naked intentions an exposé on the excellent job we've done industrializing individuality. So no, they may reflect ideas but they don't return any light, they're black holes as far as the enquiring eyes seeking in the mirror are concerned.
Our nakedness is no nearer to illuminating, being neither natural nor our own (and nevermore, if once it was). Our natures described with a paucity that pales us to transparencies; somehow the overlays seem to create the illusion of substance, like glass viewed from its greenish edges or the blue ocean tha
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Literature
Beautiful, saintlike
And maybe
what I called loving you
was just never opening the car door,
letting inevitability puddle at our intertwined feet
like the speeding tickets,
train tickets,
concert tickets,
detritus of a past that made our silences so rich
while the water rose
and we ignored the pull even as the truth tried to make us cold
we fought it by pressing our bodies together
until we couldn't feel where you ended and i began,
neither one of us wanted to be the first to breathe
or open our eyes
so we were never quite sure when we realized we were both alone,
numbly following those thermodynamic laws and consequence
to our own parallel
but eternally distant universes
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Literature
Cycle of Cannibalism
A long time ago
a pair of lips whispered a prayer
and pursed with intent
blew a dandelion cloud of dreams
into the endless space
those whispered prayers echoed
beyond the stratosphere
this bloody wasteland
pandora’s final exodus
I’m circling now,
that love below
I see the way they live and die
it’s a concept not a poem
the framework, solid
cooperation and self sacrifice
the goals, sublime and simple
peace and love
so I wish I could remember
what it felt like to whisper those prayers
I look upon their garden
and imagine myself in Eden
That me was so long ago
they caught that one
took her name, her, body and her voice
somehow not all her mind
I think that cruelty was intentional.
There’s just enough of me to feel regret
and wonder as I press the trigger
Which world is this? How many left?
Like culling a field of poppies
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Literature
Spiral flare
The thing is, we've already lived and died so many times, woken up
this same morning
for so many lifetimes, walked through the same doorways to so many different destinations, that there's nothing new to discover, not even a novel thought remaining to be had. So we shut our own doors, muted our own memories, reshuffled our recollections, and continued falling through the loop, somewhere in the depths of our selves an ancient being closing its eyes to await a confluence of elements that has never been, something unrecorded to unfold.
                                                                             Every once in a while, those eyelids twitch with a start. In another universe, another time, another life, that coruscating ray of light slanted just so, a single highlighted leaf setting y
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Patch
I.
Moss underfoot springs back, covering tracks
So I'll follow discarded philosophies
littering your wake, no reason could ever
contain your butterfly steps
II.
hanging branches will echo your passing
rustling with pleasure still,
your fingers tracing trembling tips
on the luckiest leaves you wonder past
squirrelling semi-precious gems in the boles
of trees you never knew I'd climb
seeking perspective, a lay of your land
III.
Puzzling through pathways     etched in your skin
first in red then white, sharp brambles rough bark
abstract map of the places I will follow you
criss-crossed cuneiform tattoo
So I'll plunge through the wild chasing your smile
canines glinting, fierce and free
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If I was a sage.
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If I was that brave.
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nicknamed icarus
the earliest stars in the universe
    stir in their peculiar motion.
todas las cosas quieren perseverar en su ser;
la piedra eternamente quiera ser piedra y el tigre un tigre.
...all things want to persist in their being
the stone forever wants to be stone and the tiger
 a tiger
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I`ll set this life on fire so I can see it clearly before it burns

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When the shards of silvered glass settle on the ground at our feet, our trained response to the stimulus is to examine our image in them. The plurality of polyhedrons share a similar propensity for reflection but we're  too transparent and it's apparent that our apparitions have been cultivated from something insubstantial. There's the clothes but like all postmodern emperors we're most comfortable shielded by lies from inquiring eyes; our naked intentions an exposé on the excellent job we've done industrializing individuality. So no, they may reflect ideas but they don't return any light, they're black holes as far as the enquiring eyes seeking in the mirror are concerned.

Our nakedness is no nearer to illuminating, being neither natural nor our own (and nevermore, if once it was). Our natures described with a paucity that pales us to transparencies; somehow the overlays seem to create the illusion of substance, like glass viewed from its greenish edges or the blue ocean that is somehow see-through in your hand. One can imagine sheets of perfectly invisible cellophane wrapped in a human shape, the faintest hint of opacity spelling out the words the world uses to define us and seem to be more real than our selves. So completely circumscribed that the weight of the words overwhelms; if there even was anything underneath it hasn't reflected light since we were first told what we are.

These endless sheets of descriptions and ideas, end to end and overlapping, like the thousand monkeys typing shakespeare eventually form phrases and paragraphs that paraphrase our being and paralyze our inner revolutions, something we accept as matter-of-factly as a gazelle being mauled after shock sets in but before it truly dies.

To see if there is anything alive underneath we can shuffle out from in between everything external to us, allow the empty shell that held the shape of what we were to collapse without our indulgence, or indifference, to support it. This true nakedness will reveal not our definitions, for there can be no words – they are external. The true nature revealed by introspection is the infinite potential of the undefined, and shows us that we are lost in a world whose concern is defining itself by defining us.

By the time we have formed a consciousness capable of understanding we are just this - a ghost, in a hall of mirrors.
And maybe
what I called loving you
was just never opening the car door,
letting inevitability puddle at our intertwined feet

like the speeding tickets,
train tickets,
concert tickets,
detritus of a past that made our silences so rich

while the water rose
and we ignored the pull even as the truth tried to make us cold
we fought it by pressing our bodies together
until we couldn't feel where you ended and i began,

neither one of us wanted to be the first to breathe
or open our eyes
so we were never quite sure when we realized we were both alone,
numbly following those thermodynamic laws and consequence

to our own parallel

but eternally distant universes
Beautiful, saintlike
I will always carry the warmth of our delusion - what we wanted was greater than our sum
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thank you for the fave on my poem!! I really appreciate it, and I hope you have a wonderful week (and I love your username!) :heart:
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