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Labhrás Jul 18
Exploring a maze in the fog
Unpredictable turns,
Dead ends creep up with no notice.
A larger opening, more peaceful;
Some unknown garden waits ahead.

A place to sit and for a time
Find peace among the plants.
Leave something, gain more.

Eventually some urge forces
The traveler along their journey.
Ever older, ever forward
Winding toward some
Other unknown garden.
Labhrás Jul 16
“Maybe someday”

Those are the words you used
Now branded on my heart.

Was that meant to be a comfort
A question not now but not when.

Turn the time into effort
The fog between us diffused.

Hope, return again
And then will we never part.
Labhrás Jul 15
Wake sleeper
From dreaming comfort
Stay the knife
From turning in your heart.

Lift your legs
Move off your plinth
Feel the rust
Lift off your weary bones

Pained dreamer
Move along with effort
Feel the strife
But rejoin the world in part
Some days the body does not wish to move from bed. The dreaming world feels preferable to the real one.
Labhrás Jul 15
I can’t bring myself to drink

The last drop from the

The last glass of

The last bottle of wine from

The last time we saw each other.

It was for us
Not for me alone.
Now it lies almost empty
Drained of everything it had
Lost to impatience and failure.
Labhrás Jul 14
My screen lights up
Happy birthday
From some unknown friend

The impersonal well wishing from strangers
Has come around again

And then there’s you
Wishing love and success
That my dreams for the year come true

Unfortunately now all my dreams
Come down and back to you

There’s some break in reality
Between the well wishing of dreams
And the truth that is all but broken
Between two once lovers.
Labhrás Jul 13
I find myself at the top of a mountain
Looking out at the peaks
Below and above
Some I’ve climbed, others I never knew existed.

In the blink of an eye

I find myself in the open sky
Winds roaring around me
Rushing past
Am I falling or flying or even moving at all.
Old notebook fragment from a period of upheaval
Labhrás Jul 13
Friends visited my shoulder today
As the rested their wings they whispered

Change…
Is…
Coming…

I wondered over their prophecy
But just like that, they flew away.
Going through notebooks
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