mitigating

In prayer I hear no answers; silence reverberating; diving into the alcohole; perception awakens; shadows of godliness revealing; shooting up the star; unproven path to God; tempting faith alluring; hands trembling; mitigating

Longing for Mist

Awaiting the coming of night; fundamentally…the riffraff safely tucked away in their castles; securely…aisles left empty barren shelves awaiting; calling…daring departure down lanes of darkness; apprehensively…cloaked and hooded a swiftly concluded affair; refilling…safety returning nearing the ivory tower; speedily…once quenched the thirst; rapidly…the mist will manifest; surely

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Pondering – the traditional urban art of entering a pond head first whilst trying to estimate depth

not lost

He did not regard himself as lost, that would have implied failure. To be lost he would first have had to set forth a plan of being somewhere else at another point in time relative to this time and this his current position. Secondly, he would have had been required to commence the transition to the other place and thirdly, somehow being unable to complete the transition based on intermediate location information. Note however that falling into a hole in the ground would not be classified as being lost, rather being stuck and as such would void any warranties. He wasn’t lost, he just didn’t know where he was, so he sat down, lit his pipe and smiled.

Squatter

there was no paradise lost
only a path overgrown by
the weeds of humanity

chill

How do one cry
when tears are
frozen, a once
chilly heart now
permafrosted.
The crystals
spreading, joints
creaking, limbs
breaking, teeth
rattling. How do
one cry when
tears are frozen,
how do one melt
something so
cold

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Lament – like treacle through my veins, an outpouring of perfection in thoughts obfuscated by a mind gone awry. Where once was solitude, now a raging storm.

Circle-no-10 // tumbling
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