#disembodiment - Hello Poetry

it remembers me. the sky. the mouth above the mouth. the lightless gullet where clouds go to rot. i kneel in the driveway and my bones click like prayer beads. i say nothing. the wind fills in the blanks. above, the bruised vault peels open. something pours out that smells like me— ozone and old milk and motherlessness. i know this feeling. the ache behind the eye. the tug in the marrow. the static in the throat right before god speaks and forgets my name again. the sky remembers me. like blood remembers stain. like salt remembers wound. like hunger remembers teeth. and so i let it. i open my mouth and taste iron, and ascend. not float. not rise. just— dislocate upward until every tendon sings its own name and snaps like wet string. there is no rupture. there is no goodbye. only the soft gulp of return

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Apr 17, 2025

Apr 17, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC

lifelover

mouth above the mouth

it remembers me. the sky. the mouth above the mouth. the lightless gullet where clouds go to rot. i kneel in the driveway and my bones click like prayer beads. i say nothing. the wind fills in the blanks. above, the bruised vault peels open. something pours out that smells like me— ozone and old milk and motherlessness. i know this feeling. the ache behind the eye. the tug in the marrow. the static in the throat right before god speaks and forgets my name again. the sky remembers me. like blood remembers stain. like salt remembers wound. like hunger remembers teeth. and so i let it. i open my mouth and taste iron, and ascend. not float. not rise. just— dislocate upward until every tendon sings its own name and snaps like wet string. there is no rupture. there is no goodbye. only the soft gulp of return

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the sol and solitude scalpel~dissect layers of tissue, marrows of nuclei separate, the warming is discomforting dismayed and dissuaded, cannot be in two places, either/or/or simultaneous, my centerpiece is a-kilter wavering and waving, my balance is mis-weighted, teetering and tottering, in a land lightly and thickly discriminating between bodies and disembodiment I am neither I am both, therefore, I am invisible to eyes that are shut by obstructions of willful blindness

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Nov 26, 2023

Nov 26, 2023 at 8:39 AM UTC

brandychanning

Sol and Solitude, Bodies and Disembodiment

the sol and solitude scalpel~dissect layers of tissue, marrows of nuclei separate, the warming is discomforting dismayed and dissuaded, cannot be in two places, either/or/or simultaneous, my centerpiece is a-kilter wavering and waving, my balance is mis-weighted, teetering and tottering, in a land lightly and thickly discriminating between bodies and disembodiment I am neither I am both, therefore, I am invisible to eyes that are shut by obstructions of willful blindness

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The shockwave hits your throat so fierce, it forces your own voice from your own body. The momentum it contains, unconstrained by your silent spectre rushes forward like thunder into the levee of your knees, and strikes the way lightning fells trees. You're nothing but lymphnodes, flood and weight, now. The rest, like last night's dream washing away the moment before you remember. The aftershocks ripple like echoes, capsaicin in the nerves of all your timber limbs dismantled and thrown to the horizon. You hover above what it felt like to exist. It rests on the tip of your tongue, a moment. Nobody really knows the difference between a moment and eternity. Below the folds of water, sweat and skin the ground is offering whispers bubbling soggy underfoot. They might be yours. They say it comes from the ground up Channels reaching channels to connect in a flash a crack again to body even if only a moment.

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Jul 6, 2018

Jul 6, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC

Story

W H E N

The shockwave hits your throat so fierce, it forces your own voice from your own body. The momentum it contains, unconstrained by your silent spectre rushes forward like thunder into the levee of your knees, and strikes the way lightning fells trees. You're nothing but lymphnodes, flood and weight, now. The rest, like last night's dream washing away the moment before you remember. The aftershocks ripple like echoes, capsaicin in the nerves of all your timber limbs dismantled and thrown to the horizon. You hover above what it felt like to exist. It rests on the tip of your tongue, a moment. Nobody really knows the difference between a moment and eternity. Below the folds of water, sweat and skin the ground is offering whispers bubbling soggy underfoot. They might be yours. They say it comes from the ground up Channels reaching channels to connect in a flash a crack again to body even if only a moment.

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