Jormungand, the world serpent, uncoiling the ‘workings’ of the world [the seas] [reference; the ‘current’ mechanisms of the world (internet, technology, economy, etc)] Maintains by completing a circle by biting his tail, keeping the waters from running off. Bull’s Head The head of [current] civilization, Thor possibly used this to see if he could fish up the world serpent. Thor, seeking the world serpent, uses this severed head to fish for jourmungand. The world serpent is revealed, but the Seas become calamitous [big changes, very quickly] [serpent revealed, admin access!] [calamitous seas, the workings of the world are observed to be in peril. Or at least could use a tune up.] The Bulls head, and Thors ability are no match for chance, the hook is dislodged, the bait is lost and jourmungand slithers calmly back into the sea. The Seas themselves are calm once more. Oh, time to raise another Bull too, that one is kinda not here anymore. 😊
La sirène
Ô toi, cruelle destinée,
Qui m'as faite lâche et trompeuse
J'ai juré devant l'éternité
D'enfreindre ces lois trop creuses
Jusqu'au deuil de l'espoir
J'ai imploré fébrilement,
Sans attendre de te voir
Las d'un signe consolant
Et je porte contre mon gré
Le sceau douloureux de la haine
Un regard bien trop vrai
Sur la cruauté Humaine
Loin des orages qui te lient
Échoué sur mon cœur
Dont j'ai cru te faire un lit
Jusqu'au lever de ma rancœur
Voguant sur les lames enjouées
Où sont venues résonner mes pleurs
L'eau cristal a fait rougeoyer
Ma démence d'une morne lueur
Donne-moi un dernier jour
La chance qu'elle soit véc
Through dogwood trees in the twilight walking,
I am taking my sweet time
and as the light begins to shift...
we are air and memoirs-
we are magic in the moment-
and I swear that this world has never been brighter.
You made me paper cranes
with drunken precision
and that was all that really mattered.
You rattle my walls and shake my bones.
You are Neptune.
I hold my breath, but you keep breathing.
Sometimes I feel the wind is a presence-
it keeps us connected.
Us two, a couplet, sweet rhythm and rhyme,
and vibrant blues.
Your eyes are lockets
of love and affection.
Greed makes no distinction
Human greed makes no distinction,
it is not racist,
it does not discriminate,
it makes no difference to the color of the skin,
it makes no difference to the social class,
not even the poor are discarded,
as well as the sick;
everyone is welcome,
Yup!
Everyone, everyone
they have the right and "duty,"
to pay their tithing!
None excluded.
The greed "of some people" makes no distinction,
Yes, exactly,
just like love.
"Be careful!
To not end up in the trap!
Because it could happen to you
to meet her,
and to exchange it, the one with the other. "
Many practice greed, *
even some who call themselves "Christians"
in fa
These minutes are intangible
strings of moments, all perfectly aligned
no left, no right, just looking back and moving forward
And I think that I have lived this before
the same moment of a different life
along another timeline with its own endpoint
But we are all stardust, rotating through the heavens
crushed between the ghosts of ourselves
no left, no right, just parallel races to the finish
I like to pretend
with breathy excitement upon my lips
That this is real
really real
I like to pretend
with ink drying upon skin
that these moments will last
longer
Games of pretend always end eventually
the masks always come off after it's over
then I see things about you
things you
don't want me to
I like eating flowers
sitting and pulling them out by their stems
then chewing them up and consuming them
I don't understand why bugs normally steal the pollen
I think the flower is nice as a whole
I think the stem tastes delicious
I think a lot
while I eat flowers
I am a puzzle piece,
That is lost.
I don't fit anywhere,
Maybe I don't belong.
These puzzle pieces,
Made into whole.
But my piece don't fit.
Maybe I don't belong,
To THIS puzzle.
Am I lost?
Or am I a puzzle,
With a missing piece.