Tag: nature
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Roots
Mulberries, Pose outside my window; The perks of cocooning, Away from the daily show. They saunter, then wade, Like soot that burns and plummets; Soldiering against the gales, A dungeon for the magpie’s stolen nest. I’ve heard that they connect, With synergy beyond the lovers’ reach. Once snow-white, now dripping red, Branches whorled by unlevelled…
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The Rupture
I’m always peeking in the distance. Sirens sounding, I hear nothing, I’ve never before lived as the Fool, Concealing my own nature, Waiting for the rupture. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · I’m slow and weak, Quiescent like an infant, I count the steps, I count the beats, I pull, and push, like Sisyphus.…
The Barbaric Yawp 