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i've never seen such astounding things a discovery made on a passage within i recall sleeping in celestial cots made up of cygnus, pavo, the enticing lot green velvet curtains drawn block out the sun although the windows are no more than one surrounded by ivies, scripture and platinum-tipped pens the era of thought all within my mind... i awaken from slumber to quite different sights the very same forces that prevail in this place, the forces above alluding, brooding the thief comes too smug, wind thrashes the sails a cynical offering, all grief to repent, the season of starving, the season of lent isn't it odd how the winds never billow? over the strangest utopian lands the islands of women with no trace of men the archipelagos of shellfish on land and that one place due north... beyond arctic bird coves where wisps of the sky grace plat-inum snow the things that you see when it's dark on the ocean four sailors drunken on laughter and autumn-rum down though the seabed the lowest of shores the music through rafters, flutes clamor and roar... torn and burdened is the world, but brokenness never equated unworth the land once which was trodden, the seas overcame i nod off to sleep just to shake off the pain the forces come crashing, formed over the bluff indifferently shouting, unrighteously tough here from my balcony on french-spanish estate once indifferent forces, concluding in rain.
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
i've never seen such astounding things
i've never seen such astounding things a discovery made on a passage within i recall sleeping in celestial cots made up of cygnus, pavo, the enticing lot green velvet curtains drawn block out the sun although the windows are no more than one surrounded by ivies, scripture and platinum-tipped pens the era of thought all within my mind... i awaken from slumber to quite different sights the very same forces that prevail in this place, the forces above alluding, brooding the thief comes too smug, wind thrashes the sails a cynical offering, all grief to repent, the season of starving, the season of lent isn't it odd how the winds never billow? over the strangest utopian lands the islands of women with no trace of men the archipelagos of shellfish on land and that one place due north... beyond arctic bird coves where wisps of the sky grace plat-inum snow the things that you see when it's dark on the ocean four sailors drunken on laughter and autumn-rum down though the seabed the lowest of shores the music through rafters, flutes clamor and roar... torn and burdened is the world, but brokenness never equated unworth the land once which was trodden, the seas overcame i nod off to sleep just to shake off the pain the forces come crashing, formed over the bluff indifferently shouting, unrighteously tough here from my balcony on french-spanish estate once indifferent forces, concluding in rain.
-riley minteer “i've never seen such astounding things” (from “forces at bay”) Thursday, November 14, 2019
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22/CA, USA
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
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