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Plumed HatThey were two crows, for sorrow lightless grasping with two talons a wire quietly balanced in the aerial hang no change between beads open, beads closed soundless, black avatar of end, end, endPlumed Hat
A duller mourner would have mistaken winged pair for joy: unbelieving exit, darkly mourning a triumph of cynics. One nesting behind a veil of nitrous branches starkly wings over his hidden nest and cries:
He was a man who deserved better than he got.
by ~levidice
Cycle: Finding your voiceI. Sarah driving forward, facing backwards chants through a hole in the wall between you and the concrete distant miles: two hoursCycle: Finding your voice
from inside to out
a rain song drips
from her lips, from the air in her nose You rise and bump with cyclic wheels politely ignoring through your side of the motional window blue gaps in her inimical clouds
II. I hate form letters. I hate lies. Maybe in some cases each case indeed decisively has been rendered most carefully considered
surely excepted even once, my once, lying in &nb
by ~levidice
you, meare we determined by letters with their superscript arithmetic signs subtracting the hours you chase sleep from the hours I sleep inyou, me
we have let others define us unsatisfied with our eyes on each other our hands on ourselves we became far too open a falling sky
we stepped into strange new skins broken apart from each other I stepped into your shadow, you into mine.
by ~levidice
Hanging Garden, pt. 1Funny things to remember, loud, mundane flashes with the heaviness of finality. The side door of the van slamming shut. Her reflection in the guard's mirrorshades as he pulled her over to inspect her travel permit. One strand of hair curled like a tidal wave against her cheek. Jaw slack with real biting fear still - fear like a transplanted beast in the beginning, straining at a new cage. Now settled down into watchful sleep. She still tensed her heartbeat at dust blowing in the utmost corner of her vision, sleeping beast stirring just outside her reach. Waiting forHanging Garden, pt. 1
by ~levidice
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- Current Residence: Canada
- Interests: webcomics, hiking, transcendental philosophy
- Favourite movie: Spider-man 2
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- Personal Quote: the unexamined life is not the life for man
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"Quis est, Domine, qui non sit debitor tuus, nisi in quo nullum potest inveniri peccatum?" St. Augustine
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"Quis est, Domine, qui non sit debitor tuus, nisi in quo nullum potest inveniri peccatum?" St. Augustine
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