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Solace and Grief - Cover
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last night
restless, sweating at the touch of old gods, I lay tangled in the dawn of sleep, fretting my pillow, dreaming of places where the wind cries through the open arms of broken statues, seeming insubstantial, shaking with fear at the saw-blade terror of avatars walking like madmen under foreign stars uncomprehending of what loas rode their hands, breaking glass eggs, world eggs, cracking the gold yolk silver-limned on the table-top, unable either to falter, choose or stop the terrible march of their red guns, blackening the sky with stone towers, falling like tears or waterfalls, down the deep gullies of our throats and eyes to ma
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one more night
One more night has come, where the clock drags like a lead foot, and my hands grow unsteady, and my eyes mock this white blankness where my writing lands; one more night alone, a blessed source sheltering my mind, heart, tongue, brain’s discourse. One more night, and now the grey moon hides her head, as I hide mine and together we are lost in this monsoon of stars, this labyrinth without twine to aid our travels: but one night more would have us reach its soul, its nova-core. One more night, as there is always following the red heels of evening where that richness of purple, that twilight stays and the wide sky an impossib
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sun child
o little sun-child, freckled and brown as a frog- o where did you go? you are swallowed by photos, engulfed in the mouth of a too-wide hat or arms bigger then than the whole of Jerusalem. o small undine, faded in blue on blue, with little dark legs like twigs and feet like pixies; o where did you go? you lengthened and thickened then thinned again like a fairytale beanstalk in pink, white, red and an Alice band and boots to go clomp on the whole world. my little walker, my spirit-bead with your twinkling eye, I have stolen you up out of your photographs, I have become you, have whisked you away like a jack-o-lanter
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swimming upstream
it begins as a bubble, a small light under the surface, the round beak of a rosehip- but almost!- breaking the cleanliness, breaking up smoothly, sleekly (o tiny leviathan, may you move mountains) until it is out of the water, until each rivulet touching each sunset scale is a cataract, and each drop becomes armour, a bright mail-coat with liquid trim - and then the wondrous moment: launching itself from a slingshot or leaving the orbit of some strange quasar it rises, and look! for one blessed instance there is no gravity; small pebbles who had never dreamed that there was a great pond above them (somewhere, somewhere)
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Solace and Grief - Cover
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swimming upstream
it begins as a bubble, a small light under the surface, the round beak of a rosehip- but almost!- breaking the cleanliness, breaking up smoothly, sleekly (o tiny leviathan, may you move mountains) until it is out of the water, until each rivulet touching each sunset scale is a cataract, and each drop becomes armour, a bright mail-coat with liquid trim - and then the wondrous moment: launching itself from a slingshot or leaving the orbit of some strange quasar it rises, and look! for one blessed instance there is no gravity; small pebbles who had never dreamed that there was a great pond above them (somewhere, somewhere)
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sun child
o little sun-child, freckled and brown as a frog- o where did you go? you are swallowed by photos, engulfed in the mouth of a too-wide hat or arms bigger then than the whole of Jerusalem. o small undine, faded in blue on blue, with little dark legs like twigs and feet like pixies; o where did you go? you lengthened and thickened then thinned again like a fairytale beanstalk in pink, white, red and an Alice band and boots to go clomp on the whole world. my little walker, my spirit-bead with your twinkling eye, I have stolen you up out of your photographs, I have become you, have whisked you away like a jack-o-lanter
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one more night
One more night has come, where the clock drags like a lead foot, and my hands grow unsteady, and my eyes mock this white blankness where my writing lands; one more night alone, a blessed source sheltering my mind, heart, tongue, brain’s discourse. One more night, and now the grey moon hides her head, as I hide mine and together we are lost in this monsoon of stars, this labyrinth without twine to aid our travels: but one night more would have us reach its soul, its nova-core. One more night, as there is always following the red heels of evening where that richness of purple, that twilight stays and the wide sky an impossib
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Update
I've culled the gallery down to three pieces. They're old, but unlike the ones I chopped, they don't entirely suck. Who knows? I might even post some new poems.
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spider999nowStudent Digital Artist
thank you so much for the watch :iconsupertighthugplz:!!! <3
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Thank you for the watch, Foz! I didn't know you were on DA. *watches you back*
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bonbonkaProfessional Digital Artist
Thank you very much for adding me to your devwatch list. It's much appreciated! :heart:
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ankalimeHobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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AlecchaProfessional Digital Artist
Thanks for watching! :hug:
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Grandfather thanks you for the fave. He would like to grant you Kingdoms for you to rule and proper. The catch is to severe all ties to everyone you know. [link]
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Thanks for the fav :) x