57/M/Earth still think Pluto is a planet. Remember brothers as Men it is our sacred duty to provide a safe planet for children, women, old folks and all else that cannot defend themselves from wickedness. Responsibility is what we do. 29 followers / 3.4k words
deliberate and willfull this undoing become intricately, surgically still this calm indicative of nothing but nothing is what calms going-on
the machines continue their humming- harmonics shiny in their timid dark dew friction free nearly silent so soft these mechanics sing with a voice so exquisite that lulls me and draws me further further away further away further down
away from noise i won't filter away down in the dark where i like to hidden rooms kept there in the nighttime away where the dust doesn't dare nor does vision elope there with his new bride; sadness nor joy come along with the lame there, just a small installation my comfort where even the wind speaks in whispers careful to not rouse the rain
when all of my sacred seemed heresy nightime came out in his boots
hyenas and jackals and wolves and curs laughing and yapping and howling their din the sole noise in that darkness save the blood singing inside of my ears
those canine predators lope easy, in endless pursuit of my courage which has flagged after waning these years
i fight the urge to lay down shake my head turn around and walk on bones worm eaten by years
into the caress of this moonless oblivion knowing that i am more hungry for bravery
after a turn without stumbling though i cannot see i return to this place turning back a thin man in a dream
smoke rising as i lay down a signal sent to no one
sweating and breathing hard from a walk up the hill running down leaks in the line the pressure is up where it's supposed to be i better get water this time
three days without with the heat as it is news travels slow on this side but i know what i need to finish the job and squeeze out without notice in the dark on the quiet high tide
Curious with night things, Manuel and his dog dug up the returned. Their eased mind's local was already watered. Gladys and the mighty came awake for the recognitions. The returned gave praises to Manuel and his curiosity. They ate breakfast for dinner together. Soul as food. Break your bread. Break your back. Set your table. Lickety split was. Manuel and his dog are. Gladys and the mighty is: allow always...loci.
miniature wings beating heat waves the quiet still air glances taken without notice smiling at the color of your hair a moment, a wish, worth repeating looking down, coming up the stairs floating, windbourne water lotus orchid honey, other things rare
i am dreaming of the furthest room down the hall, the slight fall of the chest as someone sighs deeply
the watery gaze that sees nothing save dull and diffused light
of reasons that have the stink of rationalization on them
of slight couched in invitation to yesterday's cancelled reservation for the chance to revisit the ultimatum where live words held in the mouth words now sentenced to life for murders never said
of the memory of tiny actions for the sake of their intended
of small bright wings painted with the faces of children laughing that flutter in what appears to be aimless flight yet always alighting with precision on the nectarless flowers in their artificial meadow of sleep without dreams or waking