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Fragments of a Time That Dissolves

The silence spreads like mist
over the field that no longer exists.
The earth no longer feels the footsteps,
doesn’t remember the bodies that passed through.

The wind, a distant whisper,
carries unspoken words
and stories lost before they are told.

There is a place where time gives up
on being continuous and dissolves
into fragments of light and shadow.

Nothing is whole,
everythin...

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Waiting

there's that distance in her

something remote and far

like the canals of Mars, an

ice monolith atop a star

 

her soul of cosmic mystery

went to places I cannot ken

sheathed in armoured silk

none knew where or when

 

in those blue eyes is infinity

windows on time and space

blinking before shutters up

in a cryptic chain-mail face

 

enigmatic were her ridd...

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Half-Fallen Rain

he could not make her out

at close quarters but afar

smiling yes but acting no

near, yet distant as a star

 

like rain falling half-way

a tide trapped out at sea

an infant sapling stunted

a blossom without a bee

 

brows furled with doubt

mouth unstable not still

eye contact fraying, lost

signals iced by inner chill

 

curious blend, rare alloy

what el...

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Bad Joke

Bad joke number one. At first a whimsical gesture, a throw away comment, nought but the larks song to win your attention.

 

Bad joke number two. The brush off, the guise, nothing more than a vulnerable boy hiding behind his painted face as he clutches at a pumpkin bucket, barely able to lift his gaze as he utters meek words, mouthing "Trick,or treat?"

 

Bad joke number three. Confidenc...

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