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Deeper than the Terror
More persistent than the pain
The solitude of snowfall
The laughter of the rain

Stardust children giggled
Before they spoke a word
Primal human joy
In a universe Absurd

So fear ye not, my brothers
And sisters sympathize
Our destiny is hidden
Even from the wise

The journey is unknowing
Falling, breaking free
Then let us quest like sailors
Upon a cosmic sea

Perhaps we’ll meet mind monsters
Perhaps a Sacred Queen
Or maybe none of the above
And all that’s in between

I yearn to die a lover
And live unto the end
My heart aflame with Traveller’s Tales
And Aliens my friends!
I remembered a missing stanza, so I am reposting this one today
Beside the porch of broken dreams
She invited me to her dreams.
When I asked whether or not
which door to walk through.
That's when she cut the lights off
& everything got dark
Beside the porch of broken dreams.
I too, sit
without so much as a light
to keep me company
To disintegrate into the red jelly lens of an orange setting sun
and
make fun of the day,
to play hide and seek until the night makes us weak
and to sleep on the point of a star.
Hoax Poets
     spread faecal matter
on white paper
       then call themselves
writers
 Jan 2020 Sue Collins
Mark Parker
River water kept flowing
Time kept ticking away
Seconds never seen again
Faded from the candle’s flame.
Happy 2020
 Jan 2020 Sue Collins
Sabika
Tell me my purpose
If I was dead before I was born,
And will die when I am dead.

If death is immortal,
Eternal,
Necessary;
Yet life is frail,
Conditional,
Temporary.

Tell me why I am here
In my joy,
My fury,
My agony.

I suffer,
I change.
I am pushed to my limits and beyond
Burdened with freedom and empathy.

Tell me why I feel such emotions
That last
And alas
Here I am
Triumphant.

So
“Give me hell,
Give me heaven,
All your visions of life.”
 Dec 2019 Sue Collins
Devon Brock
To become fluent
Is to walk with the hands
The resilience of starch
Dried on the steep ***** of the bowl.
And what may seem clean
Is a trick of the eye
For the residue of rice
Resists the towel and scrub
And clings there,
Known only to the fingers
That would seek this knowledge
And ignore the one thin hair
Afloat in the soup, yesterday,
As we closed our eyes,
As we closed our eyes
And savored the broth.
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