Tag: Dreams
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her.
death the psychosis, torment the arbitrary mind, I dreamed of the topples of thunderbirds, medusa-ing
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For that is only what we seek.
The roads, the valleys, the ripened dreams in solidarity, To a handful weaved of a ghost aubade in speech Evoking contingent flames unmourned, and embraced As the shaken birth from the morning, I starve the feathered dreams, As I no longer follow through with the nightlong autumn near the glass, I hope we don’t forget each other, and that we will remember The wind that passes through the roots, and the river rocks that sought for better dirt
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Dreams we’ve never had.
Conquering in the exile of a gradual wind, The rhythmic blood Beating on your cold skin;
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Throughout our dark minds.
The reverie of the cold entwines us in deferred reveries, in ambrosial shadows.
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The recitation of my dreams.
From rib of man in the dark planet about A hovering apex of dissembled flat words In the wood-ward azure no one vows
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Silence, a dark inscribed, silence, a tyrannical void.
Dreams entwined, Dreams throughout false silence, Silence, a dark inscribed, Silence, a tyrannical void, Void of fierce gasp, Void of reddened wounds, Wounds that starve under snow
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Oh, Dream.
And I rest my hands on the twilit moorland on the river’s expanse as I plea “For the love of God!” in a tunneling light, haunting laughter.
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A Night Walk. (Prose)
Pennies and old skeletal-like lining threads slip out from the rafters of the grey old well in the mall—search in for the coin, fiddle with it, the dirt croaks under nails, like the bridal hem that touches the base of the floral steps, patterned by the picturesque; rib of man; “leave a stone at my feet.”
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Vaudeville (I wake as rivers run).
I was born off the shoot or seed It was a spring, wounded by silence.
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As I Mourn a Flower.
O’! The tawny wings Onto a sonata from a pithy child of the haulm, Of a viceroy butterfly into the diamond torrent, Falls onto the mouth of a morning river, lay my heart Onto the mercy of an evening fire, as I mourn a flower
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Viceroy.
Light, midnight, On moorlands, summoning fate, Alone, viceroys break Every pretty tear that rises
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Nightfall.
as I fall deeper into the silent moon and I whisper into a darkened room before sleep ‘I give my words beyond the nile and ‘I give my words by the river all into a darkened night to keep…’
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Mid-Dream.
Winter beats the cold orchids into the wind that is frail as bone, Where memory passed darkly as the ocean-white dream That is the faint mesa that trails of rocky red in the sun-set, Which is the winter mid-dream on a night of silence, my sorrow again, That will dwell in faint winds during the late dawn Blinded by the hyacinth that gave silence within the moorland
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The Rivers of What I Can’t Forget.
As the petals of the red, blanketed flowers that would speak to us in bloom Would fall dead at the bed of falling leaves that holds the lost womb of the willow tree, That lovely stem from leaf where no river should pull along the tusks of ground, And it should not break away from a frail dream. Why, must it be the river stream, That curls along the frosted beams of the old axletree where it will be dried by the fog, Where it will surrender to the slippery tears on a marred charcoal rock, That has moss on it with little sticks, little sticks. It was a cold night.
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The Watchful Sea Beyond.
And my heart withered upon the eidolons of moments That waned through these lonesome seas, shadowed, I was washed away with love;
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As I’ve Forgotten Between the Wind.
Like soil with collective stems of a crooked rock That brushed your fingers, all dampened, That a mother would tell you to wash up, Hurry on; but as I’ve remembered, An olden, washed face, only ashen in lengths, As I’ve forgotten time in between tonight, And the best the day had hummed The song of the copious endorphin springs
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I Drift Further Among Away (Of Myself).
You fear the wind, You fear the chance, You fear plagues and of death; Little auspicate, you’re winded, and drenched By son of Ares and Aphrodite, A little auspicate, therefore dreamt the worst;