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you are insane, dear
and that is just as right
as the light coming from the trees
and the fire we all bathe in,
burning away
mortality like the sun of egypt.
rivers have made your eyes
(like mine),
so if you put them in a box on the water, it won't sink.
send messages out to the world,
your dead voice, your false fate,
to watch the way we tumble
down there into the valleys.
fate is found at the bottom of worlds;
truth is wrapped around the core.
you are mad, my love,
(like the badger or the kettle)
but it takes none away
of the ways you are bound to the earth.
and that is just as right
as the light coming from the trees
and the fire we all bathe in,
burning away
mortality like the sun of egypt.
rivers have made your eyes
(like mine),
so if you put them in a box on the water, it won't sink.
send messages out to the world,
your dead voice, your false fate,
to watch the way we tumble
down there into the valleys.
fate is found at the bottom of worlds;
truth is wrapped around the core.
you are mad, my love,
(like the badger or the kettle)
but it takes none away
of the ways you are bound to the earth.
Literature
A History
Before Uruk and the fear of dust, when raven would reincarnate anguish into innocence, the oceanic justicier wove the fish-tales theogonous and we matched the scales. But nightly the tributaries wove, unnoticed, and the skein thickened and coagulated; and when the carrion-knights' took to wing and left the fabric entattered: men found stone, stone became pinnacle, and there were rumblings in the deep.
Early summer's afternoon: on the bus, the boy sings a song in every language. Older kids, at the back, laugh, &, O bitter reminiscence, he appreciates their warmth. One joins him, a rarity – "hey… did you make up all of those words yo
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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Wow. This is beautiful, Amazing word choice.