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truth sets free: a blog

Illustration of a bird flying.
  • unspecified floaters

    [eagle drafts : one] sleeping eagle couched in your nest high upon the cliff you wait the dawn of a new day dreaming uncharted skies and how the breadth of galaxies would taste on your wings sleeping eagle couched in your nest high upon the cliff you awake   [something fiercer] And I am overcome…

    October 22, 2010
  • explosion one : fireworks are falling stars

    a million sparks fly around me my skin lifts off this flesh this flesh lifts off of me and i am the million sparks spurred by explosion: the flying matter, comets and jets of little lightning bolts lightening the atmosphere; electrifying atoms shoot off the tips of my hair (these are the matters of glory…

    October 22, 2010
  • january 5, morning

    [2nd draft] The sun stampedes its rays through your window blinds. It is daylight. You sink further into the mattress, surrounding yourself in the thick cover that lingers an evergreen scent in your nostrils. This is one of those mornings. One of those mornings after; one of those mornings after you battled another thunderstorm that…

    October 22, 2010
  • kingdom cuts of meat

    You are a key Like a psalm of David Singing open Hidden doors locked For centuries: Hey, you Lovely Ones! The ones set apart Tempered in Fire into A Sweet Righteousness of Joy Awake, sing, dance, live, and burn Let your Delight in The King Overtake all fears and sorrows Let your Love for The…

    October 22, 2010
  • variations on dark & lovely

    you see me sun scorched from hustling across city streets for a hot meal and clean laundry, pelted by an assault of winter winds that scald my skin a slab of raw bleeding meat; I wander alone a labyrinth of urban wilderness a camouflaged hideaway hiding galaxies behind carnal construction zones and manicured homes, slipping…

    October 22, 2010
  • dark & lovely

    You see me Sun scorched from hustling across city streets for a hot meal and clean laundry, burned by a cold slap of winter winds that braise my skin a slab of raw bleeding meat, I wander alone a labyrinth of urban wilderness In this veil of hiding, dark and full of shadows I am,…

    October 22, 2010
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