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Noah Thomas Feb 2013
A shepherd's grasp, dazed.

He was decreed to shield them,

But they insist to inspect the line.

The line that appeared once so bold,

Now so curved.

He only behaves for the best of the flock.

Should he just arrest the contingency?

The bewilderment staggers him.

His misreckoning of their intent;

Burdening.

His speech is retiring, as he inquires about their discretion.

A manner too delicate to enter with confidence;

A second-guessing.
Hamna May 2021
Do not tire me
By misreckoning my thoughts
Do not dishonor me
To think free
Unlike you
I fill myself
With flowing goodness
But
You are incapable of grasping it
So
Do not turn me into a goner
By the dark clouds of ignorance that
dwell inside you
Do not despise me
For being a sui generis
If you can’t fathom my benevolence
You are naïve
Laura May 2020
To the irresitable pleasures

i want to say
You have made me feel extant, alive even.
occasionally massive
like illuminations
burning heavy full of light
quick to disintegrate
vanish.
damage all.
damage me.
my sanctuary & my perdition
my liberator and my foe
all dreams & nightmares combined in Your utterances
Your misreckoning causes destruction
wherever i go
impossible to live with.
Always & wholly worthy of my demise.

— The End —