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Literature Text
The windshield
is water-weighted.
It might as well be r
a
i
n
i
n
g
on a day that turns leftright
balance-ay, poss-ay
relev-ay, circle back
step,
(choreographed)
point?
zero.
Body inside out:
a curled synthetic rose
I pretend is you
because I need
a (notjust)anyone
here.
(Car broke.
Flat broke.
Sky broke.
Leg broke.)
It might as well be raining;
I didn't see my sun enough.
is water-weighted.
It might as well be r
a
i
n
i
n
g
on a day that turns leftright
balance-ay, poss-ay
relev-ay, circle back
step,
(choreographed)
point?
zero.
Body inside out:
a curled synthetic rose
I pretend is you
because I need
a (notjust)anyone
here.
(Car broke.
Flat broke.
Sky broke.
Leg broke.)
It might as well be raining;
I didn't see my sun enough.
Literature
That word
One word.
That word.
You threw that word at me
Aimed with precision
To take full control.
You knew.
Which word.
Would vanquish my spirit,
Two syllables pierced
My worth and my whole.
Literature
Shadow of Vapor
One by one they all fall to the ground
Letting out their final silent sound
The heartrending scream of another soul drowned
Listen closely and you'll hear it. FEAR IT.
One last gasp and they all fade away
The darkness shrouds the light of day
With a bitter smoke, turning everything gray.
The second night is coming quicker. THICKER.
Clouds of blackness bring a toxic air
The living souls cry out in despair
Inhaling the same fumes, they all must share.
No escaping from the illness... STILLNESS.
Literature
Fields and Fields and Endless Fields
He looks on across sprawling fields
of futures and possibilities.
Behind him is a pin prick--the past. The
linear thing that happened.
It's there, like a root, underground,
surrounded by dirt and worms.
It's there, bursting from seed and
pressing to the surface. Always pressing
into the fields.
The past is the root. We are the tree.
The fields make up the rest.
And the fields are where the
magic happens. They're a playground of sorts.
Full of possibilities. Governed by illusions.
Ruled by nothing that can be controlled.
Dangerous and deadly and too
big to comprehend.
So he looks across them all, fields and fields and
endle
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Title means lonely dance (roughly...)
There should be an accent on the first e but it won't let me.
There should be an accent on the first e but it won't let me.
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