4reality: they've returned
~Ctenophore
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PurposefulAlong the pavement slush is molded into hillsPurposeful
and valleys by the wheels of yawning drivers.
Weathered boots run through each; dodging each hill and each yawn.
Eyes open, turned the other way.
A yawn evaporates and becomes slush again. A greeting, not rude, but out of perspective. Saying, “You’re alive!”
Later to realize it was not now, the present.
Later thinking of bygone possibilities.
Thinking what to think at that moment of greeting, what was missed.
by ~Ctenophore
Leading Me, Going HomeDriving In the car Windows rolled down The air is cool The clouds silver in moon sunLeading Me, Going Home
The black air is tempting Grabs me by the shoulders Rips me out
Simply beautiful The lights along the roadway One is out Fourth on the left
The music The boxer in Simon's mind Tells his tale as the car lights vanish
A cry into the empty air Sweep me up
by ~Ctenophore
To You, Blue Mathematics:To You, Blue Mathematics:To You, Blue Mathematics:
People change through uncertain times In an instant, one becomes something else A shadow of itself, he lives within everyone Do you not see it?
When it comes, it comes. No premonition, no preparation Simply under an influence, otherworldly, and now He will never be the same, will you? Ignorance is never seen hiding behind a transparent wall Waving, “Hello,” the invisible sigh
But it surely could have been different Through anguish and pleasure, Through selfishness and compassion. We lose and we find ours
by ~Ctenophore
What is Left than to Observe?What is left than to simply observe? A chapped lip, bristle, dry A bubble and its reaction in density A tear and its action and its reaction and its cause A song, perhaps, different lyrics A word spoken, written, meaning understood or not The many meanings and their sneaky false cousins An observation itself and the various and numerous acts found in its process Love, and all the beauties of existence in it and without it and the prioritizing of it One grain of sand, where it came from, where it will go Time, and its loss in the momentous and its paradoxical absence An abstractWhat is Left than to Observe?
by ~Ctenophore
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IgneousThese pages smell of diesel kissing my fingers-- leafing to an empty space to lay some ink. such kisses linger upon my palms and a whiff is caught off guard trudging past my senses. A diesel cologne my lover wears-- these pages wear his scent. Each time my hand raises toIgneous
brush away a tear i smell this
diesel dream, drilling through a weary mourning. some mystery to how each page
wears diesel--an accident frought with irony caution:flammable hearts play with matches. should my pen strike this
page--ignite? &nbs
by ~only-hope
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