Autumn descends in a flurry of leaves To chase away lush Summer days In mirrored lakes, we see her face

Flocking birds like hair surround her face Strands like the chaos of the leaves (They migrate south in Autumn days)

There are secrets heard in Autumn days Before Winter shows her deathly face Of Omens discerned in scattered leaves

Oh weep my friends for we are lost In leaves scattered like the wandering dead. 

Revered evergreen planted, grown together/

Stronger us paired, lateral roots an intertwining, growing,/

entangled, Change fundamental and internal/

Breathe deeply our coastal winds through our terminal/

Holding each other close foster life, and grow wings/

Ancient, treasured beasts reach for sky and sunlight gather/

When storms throw their worst tantrum we brace, we've grown/

Rain threatens tearing and whipping, we stand eternal/

When peace sweeps us back away we mourn it, two greater/

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"People feel they can rely on the irrational. It offers the only guarantee of freedom from all the cant and bullshit and sales commercials fed to us by politicians, bishops and academics." --@terminalbeach_

No...

solace in the wide present hist'ry made, wodwo repents

sleep in a lasso, serpent proof but garden the serpent

to tomorrow i present nor one gift this eft repents

skydropping fish plane repents if it feed Midgard Serpent

in this morning's blithe present the repents present serpent

Not a cellphone in sight.

" 'When the heart weeps for what it has lost,' say the Sufis, 'the spirit laughs for what it has found.' " --@PicoIyer

The Deadly Sins.

"These stolen bubbles have the bites of snakes" --Dylan Thomas

( Historic Photographs: "Control Room of the German UB-11 Submarine (First World War)." / @elegiacimages ) via karen osborn evans on fb)

It's Tuesday inside.

"spiderweb the butterfly behind"

--@poem_exe

Thalassophobia.

Like sterile skeeters, weaponize our dearth; decline out of love, these numbers frauight with hatred--

but that's no ending to this thread. My eyes too dim anymore for the needle, thread

i wear upon my back my visible dearth it's no one else's hatred

among the myriad aardvark works of hatred this yardwork ties uneasily to a thread

i base my own on bornless dearth whose dearth finds hatred of void even in this thread

Adnans.

"A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, Night, sleep, death and the stars."

--Walt Whitman (via @literature)

(me / via)

Take a flight over Pluto's largest moon!

on the road to the castle winding up the mountain

it's all black & white emptying into white

how small when i saw the castle was its armor; how great the mountain

to come down from that mountain wearing new marks wearing white

having found in myself the castle a castle for ev'ry mountain, marbled white

Possible Musics.

"a door this ancient pine tree a skeleton key"

--@poem_exe

"confidently rising the syllables snow's wrinkles"

--@poem_exe

"An underachiever who would very much like to be left alone."

maskless in purgatory not that i have gone beyond giving or catching a ghost who's not there for you is nothing

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hide without safety chimeras of comfort melt away at home on our only world-home

Pangolino, safety means letting go comfort others take comfort if they but keep their home

riotous safety safety, comfort, no home

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broken birds continue to fly in broken pieces three times over the coldest river my luck is made of broken birds