Te guila / through fire water from a mother’s womb was born / beneath mountains forged through halestorm and fire rain succumbed / her power unshaded by centuries of smouldering dead / Te guila / my love / this abyss with no end awaits / I desend without farewells / I trust you to greet me / in Hell
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On Being Wrong
Ofย โCelia Upon Her Sparrowโ I wrote // thoughts made up through staring at books // for too long; too small a font // I never could lament // no well to draw upon // I pretend I have // a future down a path // less trodden; less bare // I think I might // be wrong indeed
tears
my lips meet your bark; I lick against the strand
of innocence,
tumble; tumble; tumblring free; I too crave joy,
I join the queue; and wait; chewing bark and her
tears
no answers
the eternal questions keep piling up
is the light still on after the fridge door is closed?
is the entertainer entertaining even though; no one appears to take note?
am I talking in my sleep as I dream of speaking my mind to you?
are we really here; at all
the eternal questions keep piling up
with answers out of sight
judgement day can wait a while
procrastination // pre-crash-for-a-divided-nation thinking // I sit and dare not refresh the page showing; progress or fatal failure judgement // I sit and stare at the notification // another assignment marked // ready for collection now // I do not; but turn to Tumblr // King of Procrastination I proclaim thus // judgement day can wait a while