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Adagio Jun 25
…in my mind’s archipelago
my sanctuary of silence
discovering words within
thoughts with feelings
sincerely, my love
listening to the tides
echoing, to and fro
in my mind’s archipelago
Adagio Jun 24
The hoose is quiet
clingin like wet peat coat
wit a kist o’ memories
some braw, some mirk
but mirk is here th stay
a constant shadow, a deid weight.
Adagio Jun 23
…to silence within
soul’s humble abode
my mind’s inner sanctum
thoughts ebb and flow
like tides echoing
peace cascading
to silence within
Adagio Jun 22
Gone are the wineskins, froth of youth and forgotten
souls, now ghosts fermenting in death, “For the
Goodtimes.”As a chill wind blows with a prayer for the
dead beneath the ground, sowing seeds for the bones.
With a good still farthing, haunting the monger, “For
the Goodtimes.”
Adagio Jun 22
ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʟᴅꜱ, ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʜᴏɢᴀɴʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ  
ᴘᴜʟꜱɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ, ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ
ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏꜱꜱ. ᴀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ
ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴇʀ
ᴀꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʟᴅꜱ.
Adagio Jun 21
With weight of or making
    needing not a house
  a cooler host
to be haunted
    we carry our own ghost
  in corridors of the mind
unspoken words
    gathering dust motes
needing not a house
Adagio Jun 21
The silent winds
whispering a breeze
of memories, yet unborn  
like a breath of air
inward against my face
with the scent of beings
on a journey across the dunes
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