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Minor occurrences so ignored.I watched an ant crawl across the surface of a car today.
Tiny legs trailing across the dull metallic shell, moving slowly on the skin of the machine as it sped down a dusty highway. The creature took pauses between every few steps, as it made its way from the front of the car, passively searching for a path to the underearth haven.
I observed in curious silence as it took its first exploratory step on the windshield.
The man in the car seemed oblivious to this tiny creature crawling across the vast field of neoplastic-glass.Just as ignorant, the ant continued to venture onwards. Towards the center. And then, the man noticed.
A faint shadow of annoyance. As swiftly as that expression came, it was replaced by a browed look of apathy.
Stubby fingers reach for one of the numerous levers on the wheel, digits sprawling outwards in a searching manner, similar to the antennae of the offending creature. Fingers curl around a certain lever; the one marked with a white-traced droplet. As if it k
The Forgotten.As Evening pulls the obsidian cloth from the land;
foolishly. A thousand lanterns extinguished; fades into
A seething ball creeps ever so slowly on the horizon. With Hate; with Love.
And I stood there. In the midst of Dread.
Arms bound by Guilt.
Hands held by Sorrow.
Brought here by Pride.
Trialed by Justice.
And so He appears.
Message and Messenger caressed in his hand.
And he points it towards a
And in a
And I see it.
Death cutting through the air
It whistles a melody in the w i n d
and it dances inside me.
A quiet blossom, crimson crawling across
Charon's envoy lodged tightly between my heart.
The Man gives a gesture. Taunting, laughing.
Unblinking eyes no longer see.
The darkness whispers a chorus,
breathing someone else's breath.
And I lay there. In the midst of dream.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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