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Dance Away, DrMorbius12, 2026

The wave form, flesh of white fruits

And pre-dawn rain. A taste of open water

That could down you in an inch.

Earth signs mark the southern passages.

Wheat bores from holes perceived as stars.

Asphodels. Yellow-green scents on the tongue.

Speak in triplets like pressing a flower.

Portals of blue and purple, between states,

Before the invention of time gave words to

Our distances. Something pulls at the back

Of my eye, a slip between the red horizon,

Superimposed from another place entirely.

I will tell my children the sky is the colour of pomegranates.

I will show them that the long river’s pull is like walking on the moon.

I will wash them in the slow days between then and now.

A version of me must carry it.

Is there a corner of the universe where I can throw them, far enough that even memory won’t bother to follow?

What do I do with the shards— the pieces of me left splintered by the things you said? Where do I tuck them so they stop cutting every part of who I’m trying to be?

How do I move forward without seeing myself through the warped mirror of your wounded vision?

* the boughs have broken as our childish notions take a spill; & the 'ow' upon landing grants standing in the disabused crew, still.

who long ago knew that lofty slogans of life, liberty & happiness' pursuit were fitted to motivate folk inexperienced in its fruit having lived under regimes for eons, it seems & whose primary goal was reigning supreme over downtrods not part of their crested lineage; self-modelled in the image of gods walkin 'mongst us, tolerant of nary a modicum of fuss

while squalor, famine & stress ravaged landscapes where the rest of forebears trod & scraped, then.

can you reference where or when authorities truly cared about a folk laid bare by decrees, fighting for morsels of largesse they could manage to finesse, from the oblique'd noblesse they entreated them to bless; loosening their hubristic fists shackling folk in Ulyssestic grips.

fade to black, then to white - which to some seems quite alright in pendulum's swings from day into night; should you think ideals were ever truly embraced in the throes of that great paper chase consuming most nations sans grace, renumeration to those who slaved to create a foundation for any fledging nation's liberation.

assonance aside - far be it from me to recast & ride a bombastic take, but now acknowledged en masse, for heaven's sake -

attempts to coronate leaves some folk verklempt at a reprobate's place in our starred & striped space; tending toward steps we'd do well to retrace from kleptocracy to a democracy we'd best reembrace, or some reasonable facsimile - in any form, any case.

it's no longer child's play, our fragile fate's decay in 3D & 4K display; if we're to believe our good sense's assay each & every dawn; we'd supplicate & do well to never forget

death fluttered in the hollows of

my cheeks, dust collected in my gums

while tiny wings went on a futile hunt

for light. The fissures in my heart started

months before the end, in that darkness

where language escaped me and silence

bred more chaos. When finally left

alone (one act of mercy), every lightbulb

shattered. I’m still picking wings and glass

out of my teeth all these years later and

I resent that I can’t seem to erase all traces

of trauma, that I once mistook an emerging sunrise

ii. These feelings are not mine to feel Not mine to hurt nor heal Yet like the rain that fell into my cup, my well Pass through me As the river does To sea So eyesight on starlight That I’ve no right To claim Who could be so brazen What claim could be made I hold no title nor no deed No flower, save a reed To whistle my whittled tune Chipped down and down, what loon-acy You see This emotion that doth stir The rivers, ponds, and birds No birds or bees No stories

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.22.24 “Can't Help Feeling"

Wrapped up in blankets

Like this--your hand in mine

My head on your chest

Wallowing in our lazy Sunday best

Betting on endless tomorrows

The relentless sun seeks us out

Wishing to shine as bright and hot

No such luck but it gets us up

Still I sip my coffee with a smile

Drain the last drop while you wrestle

With the urge for a smoke

Instead you light on my lips

Zoom in till there's zero room for doubts

Then you're wearing my grin

As if it's always been that easy

Effortless, like nothing else

I've never known moments

Like this could exist