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Younger Dryas
11:13
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Poised in a cluttered space and I can lean into the air. I see nothing, feel infinite and never born. Dead and marching to the thrum. Above is below, as I am this body of fear, crystallised in time. Projecting unease onto landscapes I forged.
Uprooted, torn from the loam, with a word.
I understand the god I loathed. Every throat hangs an albatross. Witness another face of the infinite. Suffuse the sky I am manifest. With a word, a tumorous echo.
Speaking from a place of weakness, I want it all. I need this pain, itโs vital lessons. In this sickness, I am selfish. I want it all.
All.
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A love; erroneous, shrouded in dirt. Blood runs gold, return to earth. Digging the wound, pulling the nerve, breathing through ash, fathom the hurt. Wretched empath I am. Cultivating these losses and truths. Withering flora, revel in numb abandon. Experience love through this lens. Callous and claw forward, on silent entropy and fractured nail.
Void in the eye, wound in the palm. Hold, sit with it, if I can meditate to the grinding of teeth. Drained of all colour, the walls askew. Pacing, Iโve forgotten how to be alone.
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Inherit
09:24
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A love; clandestine, enamoured in disharmony. Corroded, splintered bond. In you I see myself. With somnambulant angst, we cut through the murk. In you I see myself. Dark horses ride, arthritic spite. In you I see myself. Black bile runs in us. I see...
I inherit your throes. Free to roam. All heart, all ache, is mine to hold, digest, dissolve.
Claustrophobic in an ageless expanse. Breathe it in. Consuming the bitter sweet, arcing fears light the way. Pitfall, resolve, walk on. Old wisdom in new skin, bearing ground teeth. Excoriation. Walk on.
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Solar Ships
11:07
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If I could see for the smoke, I could see them breaking all around me. I could feel each fracture. The grief, it cascades. In reverie, a pattern emerges. In a clearing, my eyes ajar. Time, I am. I can only drift. So far removed. So fierce of form. Body; ephemeral, hang in the light...
And lean towards the maw.
What it means to truly unravel.
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