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I Everything is cast asunder Chopped like waves A scintillating shattered mirror II Memory is an ache in the mist Settling into a backward moving river That snarls into an ethereal past III Quivering in the skin, an embodied seer; Flesh with entropic and generative visions Alive with terror and imaginative beauty IV A burning longing is cooled in the waters of grief Where space is apart and falling; When time cuts eternity And all that was, and will be, is here, broken V Pulling colours out of a boundless light Severing into the spectrum Tearing hot white nothing into variegated hue VI A depth of shade holds together layers of truth Concealing the unknown in echoes of shadows Contours and grooves, carving out reality VII Loosener of holding; shaking catharsis Bittersweet, uncontrollable chaos Bare and raw and momentary and changing VII Like the fall of a giant old growth tree that lays to waste and nourish an abundance on the forest floor IX Like the blossom of a wild flower tired of tight closure, breaking open, petal by petal to expose it's heart to the sun
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Fragments of a Broken Heart
I Everything is cast asunder Chopped like waves A scintillating shattered mirror II Memory is an ache in the mist Settling into a backward moving river That snarls into an ethereal past III Quivering in the skin, an embodied seer; Flesh with entropic and generative visions Alive with terror and imaginative beauty IV A burning longing is cooled in the waters of grief Where space is apart and falling; When time cuts eternity And all that was, and will be, is here, broken V Pulling colours out of a boundless light Severing into the spectrum Tearing hot white nothing into variegated hue VI A depth of shade holds together layers of truth Concealing the unknown in echoes of shadows Contours and grooves, carving out reality VII Loosener of holding; shaking catharsis Bittersweet, uncontrollable chaos Bare and raw and momentary and changing VII Like the fall of a giant old growth tree that lays to waste and nourish an abundance on the forest floor IX Like the blossom of a wild flower tired of tight closure, breaking open, petal by petal to expose it's heart to the sun
#love#heartbreak#death#catharsis#colour#chaos#spectrum#fragments#hues#generative
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
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