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Somehow I will get through this night

and let the Morning judge me.

I will look down from the heights

where Daemons nudge me softly.

I will sway forward

but Winds will hold steady

Bracing my body

Against thoughts that weigh heavy

And I will stare into the Sun

to wake up from this dreaming

Your rays give me life

But I give you meaning

.star spangled hammers and heaven’s descending ladderS

See how precise these abstractions can be.

Like the moaning of koans, one finds in the sea,

that longs for the sun to transform it’s form

into a mighty tempest clutching the breeze.

Linking the Egyptian Nile to my backyard tree.

Life that mimicked nature

has now risen to mock, with stories of creation

and death.

Risen to rape, to consume

til’ there is just

one

naked ape left,

who will not be the first to discover

how his lost kin

confused clothes with skin

and

naked for sin.

He would cut out his left rib

protecting the chamber

where if we had one, the soul would reside.

For a chance to love again

and to reinvent sin

to instruct with the rod

in the name of a god.

And we will forget how we ever lived

with empty thrones

and star filled skies.

There is no place loftier,

than the surface of your skin, purgatory

lost

in a place between

macro and micro

        cosm

Epiphany Tree

I walk into the park, the air immediatley cools.

Tonight, the moon owns my shadow

The sky is out of reach again. 

Has been 

my whole life

The playground knows no loneliness. 

Little kids by day, big by night

A cop slows, 

red globes fall

The cop leaves,

sparks fly

Virgin lungs bellow in the distance.

Laughter.

I sit on the swing, rock like a pendulum.

Hypnotized by gravity

I’ve learned more on this playground,

than in the classroom.

Natures wisdom is accessed through the consumption of her alchemical wares. Like God, the government seeks to control what you put in your mouth, so that they can, in effect, control what comes out.

*Submission*

I was laying in my coffin

thinking a bit too often

wondering where my life has gone

and who’s the person that can’t live on.

I wonder if my voice is still heard

I shout the most absurd thing that came into my membrane

but not even a whisper came out.

I told them without a doubt

a little bit of advice and a little bit of experience they never thought I went through.

“ I was so depressed I couldn’t feel the things that would hurt me because it was the strongest thing that ever hit me and nothing else could affect me. In short, emotions really hurt you with a soft punch and a sharp pain.”

Those born beautiful rarely seek beauty beyond the mirror.

I don’t trust people that try to be perfect. If they can’t see themselves for the human they are, then they certainly can’t see me for the human I am. In short, I don’t trust myself.

To look forward on the edge of death would be to invite the imbalance that would send you over the precipice; instead look back to solid ground and find comfort in the familiar. Let your fear ground you by refusing to dwell on it—advance only when calm has built a bridge where you otherwise might have plummeted.

  - Darcie(amphigorical)WriteClub winning entry