Four minutes ago
it was -My Time- to shine, rise
above dark valleys
Painting by Claude Monet, 'Haystacks at Chailly at Sunrise', 1865 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
5:59
Four minutes ago
it was -My Time- to shine, rise
above dark valleys
Painting by Claude Monet, 'Haystacks at Chailly at Sunrise', 1865 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
liminal
Fine. Pretend, thinly.
Smile. Pull the cord. Middle C.
Pluck the inside strings. Up.
Ply your arms, for others.
Cut. Hung. Behave. Trim and Prop her.
Hear yourself first, thought, same.
Note turned to tone?
Silence is preferred by the self
Above all else.
Despite, to spite the intolerably cruel,
Endure. Niceties, stand still.
Erect, not flinch. Faces. Places.
As though-
As though,
You remember You
From somewhere, around here….
Smile. Pull the cord. Middle C.
Pluck the inside strings. Up.
Ply your arms, for others.
Cut. Hung. Behave. Trim and Prop her.
Hear yourself first, thought, same.
Note turned to tone?
Silence is preferred by the self
Above all else.
Despite, to spite the intolerably cruel,
Endure. Niceties, stand still.
Erect, not flinch. Faces. Places.
As though-
As though,
You remember You
From somewhere, around here….
Painting by Vincent van Gogh, The peasant churchyard (1885) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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