scorpius - Hello Poetry

That Last night, In the moment Just as You drifted From the world We share, I plucked The needle From my eye, Threaded With promises We’d whispered And vows We’d declared, And pressed Its tip Through flesh And deeper Past the bone Of the cage That contains You Just Out of reach. And my Fingers found Bands of Muscle there Thick And roaring With a life I recognized But my eyes Were clear And my tool Was sharp And my love Was deft And the single Stitch Was done In the moments Between your Last breath Here And first breath There. And so You see, My love, It’s not a broken heart That binds us, But the mending.

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May 2

May 2, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC

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Tether

That Last night, In the moment Just as You drifted From the world We share, I plucked The needle From my eye, Threaded With promises We’d whispered And vows We’d declared, And pressed Its tip Through flesh And deeper Past the bone Of the cage That contains You Just Out of reach. And my Fingers found Bands of Muscle there Thick And roaring With a life I recognized But my eyes Were clear And my tool Was sharp And my love Was deft And the single Stitch Was done In the moments Between your Last breath Here And first breath There. And so You see, My love, It’s not a broken heart That binds us, But the mending.

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Landing here Waves in my ears Salt in my hair Sun on my skin I recall The wonders Of this place That have settled A bit Of my heart, These pieces Of us That welcome Us home. And it is magic, And not mine But somehow Still Possesses me. And my mind Stretches To other boroughs And prior returns. Now there is Mud And moss And the sound Of my craft And the dip Of a paddle And the wild and steady songs Of the ones To whom This place, As I do, Belongs. And now there is Brass and a beat Glitter and glue Feathers and fur And our bodies Claiming spaces Bigger than we knew We needed And I bow before All the beings We’ve become In our revelry. And the perfect Weather Stirs And blesses me. And stretching Further still, I sink Into the homes I’ve known Mostly In dreams Whispering As I find my tongue, « Je suis si heureuse d’être ici » And the baie Is happy To see me too. And I call in The humans I’ve built This life Around Scattered And Scattering To the places They’ll grow To be from. To the stages And tracks, Studios And trails, And places We can’t quite Make out With which We share Them.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC

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Homegoing

Landing here Waves in my ears Salt in my hair Sun on my skin I recall The wonders Of this place That have settled A bit Of my heart, These pieces Of us That welcome Us home. And it is magic, And not mine But somehow Still Possesses me. And my mind Stretches To other boroughs And prior returns. Now there is Mud And moss And the sound Of my craft And the dip Of a paddle And the wild and steady songs Of the ones To whom This place, As I do, Belongs. And now there is Brass and a beat Glitter and glue Feathers and fur And our bodies Claiming spaces Bigger than we knew We needed And I bow before All the beings We’ve become In our revelry. And the perfect Weather Stirs And blesses me. And stretching Further still, I sink Into the homes I’ve known Mostly In dreams Whispering As I find my tongue, « Je suis si heureuse d’être ici » And the baie Is happy To see me too. And I call in The humans I’ve built This life Around Scattered And Scattering To the places They’ll grow To be from. To the stages And tracks, Studios And trails, And places We can’t quite Make out With which We share Them.

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Her voice Fades As her lips And eyes Persist - “You are wrong” “You’ve been bad” “You hurt me” And his mom Had called Him special, And why can’t She see He is special. He sets His jaw Against The lies Her words Fall short Of speaking But which He feels Sharp In the wounds, The wounds That helped Keep him special. (Perhaps She does See, After all.) And her Voice Returns Suddenly, And “Is Tuesday Ok?” And nothing About him Is OK But “Sure, Tuesday is fine. (Do you love me?)”

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC

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Little T

Her voice Fades As her lips And eyes Persist - “You are wrong” “You’ve been bad” “You hurt me” And his mom Had called Him special, And why can’t She see He is special. He sets His jaw Against The lies Her words Fall short Of speaking But which He feels Sharp In the wounds, The wounds That helped Keep him special. (Perhaps She does See, After all.) And her Voice Returns Suddenly, And “Is Tuesday Ok?” And nothing About him Is OK But “Sure, Tuesday is fine. (Do you love me?)”

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His eyes Clench To the bits He refuses To see Become Truths He refuses To know, And he finds Himself Alone In his understanding Of everything That matters, That he matters About. His tongue Swells With the bits He refuses To say Become Truths Known Only To him. And his Loneliness Throbs As he grasps For something That matters, That he matters About. His reach Shrinks From the bits He refuses To have Become Truths He knows To lurk In every space He longs To be. And lonely Is a word For those Who recall Connection. And he Does not Recall Connection. And he’s not Sure it matters, Doesn’t matter About. And in the end The life He refused to live Is tucked Into soil And folds

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC

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He

His eyes Clench To the bits He refuses To see Become Truths He refuses To know, And he finds Himself Alone In his understanding Of everything That matters, That he matters About. His tongue Swells With the bits He refuses To say Become Truths Known Only To him. And his Loneliness Throbs As he grasps For something That matters, That he matters About. His reach Shrinks From the bits He refuses To have Become Truths He knows To lurk In every space He longs To be. And lonely Is a word For those Who recall Connection. And he Does not Recall Connection. And he’s not Sure it matters, Doesn’t matter About. And in the end The life He refused to live Is tucked Into soil And folds

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Come, child. Come And rest. Curl safe In this hollow And settle, Letting The world Spin around You And through Until You are full And You are empty, Until You are All And nothing At all. Until You are Everywhere And nowhere To be found. Rest, child. Rest and Bear not The Beyond. The earth Trembling And cracking Is not yours To hold Together. The winds Tumbling trees And Ripping roofs From dwellings Are not yours To still. The fires Crackling, Waves Crashing They Are not Yours To soothe To whimpers. Come, child. Come And rest. Slip Quietly, As the sun sinks, And the light fades, Carefully Past The tangles Of Time And Place, Through The grip Of the One You’ve always Been. Dream, child. Dream The swirling Patterns That are lost To the details Of the day. You will need The song That finds You there. We will need The song We lose You to. Come, child. Come and rest. For your day is over, And it’s time you awoke.

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC

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Midwinter

Come, child. Come And rest. Curl safe In this hollow And settle, Letting The world Spin around You And through Until You are full And You are empty, Until You are All And nothing At all. Until You are Everywhere And nowhere To be found. Rest, child. Rest and Bear not The Beyond. The earth Trembling And cracking Is not yours To hold Together. The winds Tumbling trees And Ripping roofs From dwellings Are not yours To still. The fires Crackling, Waves Crashing They Are not Yours To soothe To whimpers. Come, child. Come And rest. Slip Quietly, As the sun sinks, And the light fades, Carefully Past The tangles Of Time And Place, Through The grip Of the One You’ve always Been. Dream, child. Dream The swirling Patterns That are lost To the details Of the day. You will need The song That finds You there. We will need The song We lose You to. Come, child. Come and rest. For your day is over, And it’s time you awoke.

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It’s old, I know, Owned by a version Of me That is smaller And softer With bigger Eyes For Possibility And A firmer grip On Truth. And she’s Offering Some delight With her chin Up, And her shoulders Back, Eyes Sneaking glimpses Of your eyes Of which bit Stirs you. I can see, From here, The power In the offering, The meaning In the offered. And the fall Is sudden When she falters, And the blow deep. You don’t notice At first How her chin Drops, How her shoulders Curl, How she folds Her edges Into herself - Gripped And Diminished. And she (And me, Still me) We Miss Your invitation. It’s old, This way I find myself Alone. And I am no longer young.

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC

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Falter

It’s old, I know, Owned by a version Of me That is smaller And softer With bigger Eyes For Possibility And A firmer grip On Truth. And she’s Offering Some delight With her chin Up, And her shoulders Back, Eyes Sneaking glimpses Of your eyes Of which bit Stirs you. I can see, From here, The power In the offering, The meaning In the offered. And the fall Is sudden When she falters, And the blow deep. You don’t notice At first How her chin Drops, How her shoulders Curl, How she folds Her edges Into herself - Gripped And Diminished. And she (And me, Still me) We Miss Your invitation. It’s old, This way I find myself Alone. And I am no longer young.

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I wonder As you sleep At your flesh Against my flesh, Curls tickling My cheeks. I wonder At the bones It bundles, Muscles thick And contained. I wonder At your organs Your wires And bellows, Pipes, And filters, And pumps, Tucked just there And out of sight. I wonder At you, Love, Here And now, An embodied Creature, Warm And pulsing. And I am grateful That the trembles In your throat Pushed waves To lap Against my window And wiggle My tiny trio Into warm Wet Words Of greeting. And is it Wrong To know So fully In these early hours And deepest spaces That these bits I call you Will still And stiffen And seep And feed Simpler creatures? Beings Without noses To tickle Into the wonders Of an unsuspecting Lover. The clouds are thick This morning, And the veil is thin, And I suppose It’s time To run.

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Jul 16, 2025

Jul 16, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC

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Pillow Talk

I wonder As you sleep At your flesh Against my flesh, Curls tickling My cheeks. I wonder At the bones It bundles, Muscles thick And contained. I wonder At your organs Your wires And bellows, Pipes, And filters, And pumps, Tucked just there And out of sight. I wonder At you, Love, Here And now, An embodied Creature, Warm And pulsing. And I am grateful That the trembles In your throat Pushed waves To lap Against my window And wiggle My tiny trio Into warm Wet Words Of greeting. And is it Wrong To know So fully In these early hours And deepest spaces That these bits I call you Will still And stiffen And seep And feed Simpler creatures? Beings Without noses To tickle Into the wonders Of an unsuspecting Lover. The clouds are thick This morning, And the veil is thin, And I suppose It’s time To run.

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I See you Here In These Four walls Soft and strong and earnest, As we snip And weave And mold And sing The fear And grief That seeps Into stories We can’t quite Bring ourselves To tell. I see you Here Seeing me Blinking Away water Seeking A way forward In time, The only Way We move Within Walls Unbroken And heavy With our Works. It’s loud outside, The crumbling. And — That last piece Really spoke To me.

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Jun 30, 2025

Jun 30, 2025 at 6:30 AM UTC

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The Fourth

I See you Here In These Four walls Soft and strong and earnest, As we snip And weave And mold And sing The fear And grief That seeps Into stories We can’t quite Bring ourselves To tell. I see you Here Seeing me Blinking Away water Seeking A way forward In time, The only Way We move Within Walls Unbroken And heavy With our Works. It’s loud outside, The crumbling. And — That last piece Really spoke To me.

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I didn’t See The emboldening. I was so Busy Catching Breath, And butterflies, I didn’t know The times inside And covered, Were practice For these times Outside, Exposed. And we diminish What we’ve built In ways We hope Are tippy Tops, In thin air, Just for show. But I worry There are young ones, And tender souls Up there. I didn’t See The emboldening. And the butterflies Have pins Through Their bellies.

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Apr 12, 2025

Apr 12, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC

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Mounted

I didn’t See The emboldening. I was so Busy Catching Breath, And butterflies, I didn’t know The times inside And covered, Were practice For these times Outside, Exposed. And we diminish What we’ve built In ways We hope Are tippy Tops, In thin air, Just for show. But I worry There are young ones, And tender souls Up there. I didn’t See The emboldening. And the butterflies Have pins Through Their bellies.

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“Shock and awe,” They blustered, Telling us In three What their mandate Said in Hundreds Of thousands. “Shock And Awe!” And I do, Indeed, Find myself Awed. I am awed By the canyons That separate My understanding From the world Their blusters (Smug now) Name, And shocked By how swiftly The world Seemed to Crack Beneath Our feet. And I think Of the shoes Collected When the time before Was over, And could be seen For what it was. And I wonder What cliffs The curators Will lay Before Our Children’s Children To convey The depths We face Today.

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Mar 15, 2025

Mar 15, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC

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Shock and Awe

“Shock and awe,” They blustered, Telling us In three What their mandate Said in Hundreds Of thousands. “Shock And Awe!” And I do, Indeed, Find myself Awed. I am awed By the canyons That separate My understanding From the world Their blusters (Smug now) Name, And shocked By how swiftly The world Seemed to Crack Beneath Our feet. And I think Of the shoes Collected When the time before Was over, And could be seen For what it was. And I wonder What cliffs The curators Will lay Before Our Children’s Children To convey The depths We face Today.

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