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The axes of this world will stay their course; and with them, our velocity remains a constant, knowing time but not remorse. The humming center holds to its refrain and with its gentle song, eases the pain of steady transformation, death and birth, of our pretensions, hesitance and vain attempts at isolating our true worth.…
In this unspoken space where lovers, mute, imagine beyond thought a world to come, one comes to rest upon the hardest truth: faced with a simple word you are struck dumb, and know to speak of it and not to lie would tear apart your fragile acted sham. Yet from this conflict, weakly, your soul will…
for LJ user occipitaldruid Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Village Blacksmith If you would have your horse’s hooves re-shod or plowshares rendered from your tools of war, a barrel wrapped round…
A flash of gray against the sun and cloud, then swift and sure he plummets to his prey; Above the warp and woof he watches, proud, examining the context of our way. The puzzle is the sum of all its pieces, he tells us, seeking balance with the whole; And in the insignificant and tiny…
The clock will stop that human hands must wind; its mechanized contrivances will fail, and in those precious seconds between time the boundary between the worlds is frail. On one side, secret lands where shadows pale; and on the other, bright and vibrant dreams where words escape like mist, and leave no trail. In neither…
for LJ user i_dread How delicate the web that occupies us, spider-like, in our attempts to mend and build this world before the binding dries. We toil from waking to each day’s end, constructing fragile lanterns for our light that sway unsteady in each tender breeze, imagining a world beyond our sight where lives some…
Each love, when new, burns with a lusty fire; it feeds on what it finds without regret, and warms the soul upon a glowing pyre, not thinking on those things not happened yet. Wrapped in the arms of amorous delight, amazed as each discovery unfolds, two lovers wait, expectant, for the night, and in the…