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Styxish
That’s dare-us. A pale blue dot.You’re not quite here… But there, in this photo—Barely a pixel. Some whistled-dismissal.A Mr. Roboto-stare; An 80s grotto;Our nowhere-near— Just stardust.

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stormboy
You once unfolded a list— The door slams. The room gasps. My sketch-paper flits to the floor; The drape twists. A new ache echo-rasps ‘Fore it scrapes mortar thrice-more. So absurd— I couldn’t escape to adore you… Who’d stir to toggle the blackened clasps O’ my passion, that eaten roar, You deaf-unheard? …
shelves
Counting shelves: Been on seven slides Of this song. By tides, I’ve been dumbly wrong; By tsunami, I’ve been right up to shallow shatter On seawall. You won’t chance a call, While I mix some methodically Box-inscribed batter. And why would you? I’m a footnote, vanished ‘yond our sharp slope. But love is true. She stands…
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that is the way
Noah Kahan · Noah Kahan – Part of Me Dear, that is the way. That’s the too-dark-deep Through any forest; The way is finger-finding. The way is awakening From some winding-away-sleep To see a thing far-beyond you. You could still keep Hold on a sing-song voice— And its snow coming down— As if each flake were unwound yarns In a storybook, Or signs from…
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vanishing
I braid the tatters: There will be no men like me— Imperfectly found— Beyond today. Schisms as to profundity Abound, And I’ve ever-less to say. I’m deafeningly hopeless, As likely misunderstood, And utterly alone; Could pick me to the bone, Find only a hood ‘Bove a chassis motorless— I’ve gutted-gone-nowhere Whilst our rock still spins. I’m but a hollow growl ‘Midst the…
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coyote
Strange, this gateless cage...
Men— Of my age— Are fur-lined in an oddly ornate mange; Proud, Coyote-sage, Yet hid-at-home on our range. Strange, This gateless cage— This rage-unwashable shroud. When, By stormcloud, Might I free that sweet pup in me again? Ursine Vulpine · Ursine Vulpine – Wicked Game Feat. Annaca
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f major
Daren’t leave it on my luck too-easily...
Yoste · Friends Please, Help me not muck it up. Daren’t leave it on my luck too-easily: I’m quittingly queasy. Can’t tell if it’s you or yours truly— Might be me; no… Almost certainly. ‘Cause all my hopes are the hurricane Through our sapling-tree… As I tend to blow. If even we’re…
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ghosts becoming
Felippe’s Cloud · Ryan Farish – Saying Goodbye From jumping star to star, Tempest-sailing a solar flare, Lassoing the ice-hot comet And wince-staring into the glare Of all glory, my fireflies in a jar; To loose the lid, I draw tempted-near, Only to wring it rightly tight— But to save them, My brightly sprites. And, with them, come streaking down As a…
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unfinshed
...move!
I remember when I started this website. I remember why, and somehow still get it. But it’s changed; we change. Slip or grow, we hopefully lurch forward…simply because time demands it. You can look back, but can’t go—or grow—there. You can be a student of history, but what’s done is done. You can get caged by the history-shouldn’t-repeat-itself argument, but the real deal is that we’re just…
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in
I won't stay cautiously still...
𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘 ★ · are you with me – nilu (𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 + 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇) I set the weir When wolves Rattle the cabin door; Gone planks in the floor Lay bare a stand. Maybe too-complacently-bland: Our day-to-day; We work so-witless anyway. But I’ve a band ‘Cross my heart, Binding me tightly to defend. I won’t stay cautiously still— …
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origami
The past's an absurdity...
The groove in this song Has gravity— It draws on me. Weirdly, rightly-wrong: Recalled calamity On my coattail. It almost Means nothing— The past’s an absurdity. Or is it? I avail my memory… Of everything, Some a sting On that great something In my life. Sweet though dry, A…
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made-neat
...I've worn scarlet bands, all kinds...
Ursine Vulpine · Ursine Vulpine – Wicked Game Feat. Annaca Are we incomplete? No matter the tragedy or trail, I don’t eventually fail. Oh, I’ve momentarily failed— In dumpster-fire-fashion. I’ve numbered rations, I’ve socked cans. I’ve worn scarlet bands, All kinds. I’ve turned o’er the rinds Of what’s been given…
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RWND/02.28.2017: again and when
One.
I stood still within the Wind last eve, Let Her fingers tease my hair, And, through squinted eyes afraid of drying, Glimpsed Her guessing She came from nowhere (Yet from somewhere, lest I be lying). And, lightly, She grasped me by the sleeve, Heartened me to face the west, Where, sourced beyond my long-shadowed arbor, A mellow giant did seek His rest In some recessed…
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spearless
Scrambling ‘neath our dragons...
5SOS · Amnesia I’m still scrambling ‘neath our dragons, Trudging o’er their hot-mouth-mess. Who, spearless and weak, were we? To think past possible: That fantastically improbable kiss? I longly pine for our innocense; I regret our hesitance Into the abyss. Myopically, we risked so-infinitely-less Than…
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'Rado
‘Rado
Morgan Wallen · Sand In My Boots Sun’ll light you up While blindin’-bright-lovin’ on you, And the girls suppin’ here’ll Do the faithful-same. Ain’t no fame— Might find ya’ some shame— In that dawn-‘vaporatin’ dew Of shyin’, not smile-n-eatin’ This red dirt’s broken-bone stew. You might gamble on lieu, …
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bottom of the third
bottom of the third
Crucial for creativity… And, yet, I wincing-see: The nativity Of myself— A welp-at-fifty. It’s an absurdity… Now that I’ve but-halfway seen it.
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burnt ends
I’ve already built a parapetted castle on my past's burnt-ends...
Listen in on this meandering, mercurial bend: I’ve been waging war ‘Gainst all my demons and dead-ends For—seems like forever. And, still, I tends-to-win— Every-left-to-self-time, Because lesser nonsense bleeds downhill my ever: My ever’s not for sale…that’s a mud-stick you can’t take. It’s not made of earth-and-dale, Or unearthed by my heart’s thorough rake ‘Cross redeeming, sweetest…
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