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(beauty)

obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines

my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt

(smelt)

--



this is the wonder of is



--


i miss the genesis
the before the flood


--



the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds



--


the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection

they drip the terror
from your throat
floating downstream


--


a tracing of your skin
under my skin print

injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence


--


it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held your parasol high
and laughed at the sun

it was bright light then-
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then when your umbrella on
pulled laughter from the bus


--


i
only
never
asked


--


a
cl
os
e
d
fis
t is
a
bo
x

i
s a
he
a
r
t


(a he i
s ar
t)


--


my condolences for your
indecision


--


wake up, wake up
it isn't morning

but for the tumble
for the tumble

i give you warmth
and twisted things


--


your empty words
are less distinct
than the swirls
of grey you dot
your teeth with


--


i am the day
you ruined
my favourite
place in this
unworld


--


and we begin with mourning
and settle into a smile


--


your lips
are the eclipse
keeping your chin
in check


--


forever only exists
in my past tense lexicon


--


her hair curls around her finger
when she is thinking about thinking

(is it happiness i see in her smile?)


--


you rupture the calling
in the deep of me

water rises
(thigh deep in terror)
(waist deep in absolution)
(chest deep in restriction)
(chin deep in)


--


tomorrow is not an answer
to any question
regarding action


--


was i ever truly alone
in my thoughts?


--


i'm sorry i could not give you
the life you've always wanted
i'm sorry i was not
your mother


--


the crystal shatters
on marble floors
in my imagination


--


and i am not forever
past these same sentences

and i am not forever
past these same pathways

and i am not forever
through these same instances

and i am not forever
through these same doorways


--


a lament
is sometimes like a laugh
caught between two
really sharp
points.


--


Point one smile
point b smile harder


--


it is easier to breathe when you are not awake
it is easier to dream when you are


--


you refract into me
a spectrum i cannot see


--


the silence tickles
like feathers
all over your
disillusion
[i do apologise for lack of wordclumps, in/on days when i have so much to say and so many pictures behind my eyeballs, dripping down nerves i can only imagine exist (you see i have never been given proof that they're there, for all i know there's only sticky tape and cardboard) i have many pictures dark and bright of upside down trees -- this is not applicable in any way unless you cut them up and fix them to your lids with glue from half made cake.]

you are a correlation,
a corollary

a distinction between queasy and sane.


i am a lover of small, quiet, and decaying. (bend backwards and string yourself into coherence) follow-on-flow

-the day is ending-don't let it fall-

.beauty smelt.
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AnotherJuliette's avatar
wake up, wake up
it isn't morning

but for the tumble
for the tumble

i give you warmth
and twisted things


This one is so... I don't know... It touches something in me, but it touches it like light, I mean it wasn't visible until it touched it...