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The harvest signifies less ingratiating appetites this season.
I fully realize potentially defficient nutrient consumption,
but be careful, thirst means sips from a flaw full flask.
This batch raised the red flag, and gasped because crop circles
prompt produce beckoning past the second kind of sight, like
belief and virtue but that geometry was only realized in death.
Deities often evoke piety but that does not mean we do not need to eat,
yet the seeds sauntered towards defeat in churlish reckoning
of the sacrimental staples yet the horses still need food in their stables.
Capable of transmundane, mundanity rooted itself to the ground
and now makes us consume its arching, magenta frown.
Farming for followers, undeniable normality, triumph in fedelity
understating sacrilege flagellation bastardizing and confounding -
but wait - icicles radiate heat in understatement,
and your soft voice beckoning the plants back to life;
like alluring body structure does no good. Painted in death pallete,
foregoing fin, natural mitosis sees fit that no coda will reach the end.
I fully realize potentially defficient nutrient consumption,
but be careful, thirst means sips from a flaw full flask.
This batch raised the red flag, and gasped because crop circles
prompt produce beckoning past the second kind of sight, like
belief and virtue but that geometry was only realized in death.
Deities often evoke piety but that does not mean we do not need to eat,
yet the seeds sauntered towards defeat in churlish reckoning
of the sacrimental staples yet the horses still need food in their stables.
Capable of transmundane, mundanity rooted itself to the ground
and now makes us consume its arching, magenta frown.
Farming for followers, undeniable normality, triumph in fedelity
understating sacrilege flagellation bastardizing and confounding -
but wait - icicles radiate heat in understatement,
and your soft voice beckoning the plants back to life;
like alluring body structure does no good. Painted in death pallete,
foregoing fin, natural mitosis sees fit that no coda will reach the end.
Literature
If
We can
draw lines and give them names
like elements
as they are discovered
Or etch into our skins
this soloecal desire
until it is impossible to tell
where words stop
and life begins.
I would
Find a common rhythm that includes
you in my arms, my hands
and lungs and thoughts
tracing the outline of you
entangled with me
colliding like two lost particles
locked in a shared gravity
drifting through the vacuum
of space.
I could.
Exhale, and
remember
sentence structure.
Literature
Bokeh.
These days, Black Friday really lasts a week
but I haven't bothered to write out a list--
You cannot find the things I want in a store.
The sound of a rejected embrace
is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb
or a house burning down on Christmas morning.
There is a name for the way
strings of holiday lights blur out of focus
when you watch someone you love walk away.
Literature
despondent
i.
"are you sleepy today?"
"yes."
"but you were sleepy yesterday."
"i know."
ii.
she stirs her pomegranate green-tea until it turns from clear to purple
setting it on her bedside table and climbing back into bed again.
her fingers follow the bluer-than-usual constellation veins on her wrists and down
to the freckle on her forearm and then the scar on the inside of her elbow
crossing the tendon as if it were crux.
and then she remembered that God hasn't been with her lately.
iii.
today is long and sunny but when she steps outside the humidity creaks her bones
and her skin starts to inflame.
she assumes that if getting the mail
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Haha this one might take a little time, but I put quite a bit of thought into it, I would be honored if people put effort into reading it haha.
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Nice, I like it!