a flick, and another memory lights up, and
is elevated in smoke;
was it necessary, upon a second thought,
was that moment a pearl beyond comparison?
ordinary moments, strung on a fishing-wire,
like so many glass beads, fun to behold,
fun to make patterns, and so
ethnic, no high art would ever confess being near;
all that past mingles with embers
just now, and for ever, all towards
that one truth that remains.
in the rays of the pale sun
under the white sky, a droplet
of melting snow is a rainbow
semaphore, signalling
the brevity of time
and time alone, to be remembered;
a collection of shards of reminiscences
inhabiting the world of now, and ever so
astray;
[it is]
a vivacious reminder
that all the white colours
must contain a rainbow
transparent with joy,
cutting with sorrow
over the less fine moments
down the memory lane;
a little diamond of oxygen oxide.
a drop of light.
a candle of memory.
when the moon dives
for the horizon, i
slowly infest my bed, sprawling
in every direction, anchoring
every little tendril, every tentacle
firmly, so that i will not be budged,
not again, on this tossing and turning
sea of sleep.
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and i dream thus:
pain serrates
the tin lid of my shell
the nothing inside
explodes into blackness.
meet my little danish rose. her name is luxemburg. she agreed to live in my room.
she is the kind of rose my mother likes… defiantly yellow. and to me, she reminds of daffodils.
their hands met. his right palm against her left, her left – against his right. his were a little thicker, hers – subtly smoother, but they were, oh, so similar, almost indistinguishable.
they talked through nights, and could not stop thinking of the other one for days. they went to bed in different houses at different ends of the city, but they fell asleep and woke up together. they made time for each other, and the world was beautiful.
their hands explored their bodies. their hearts trusted each other. the world was wondrous and new, and nothing they could do would hurt the other.
then she wanted him only for herself. to possess him completely. and for a while he let her, because the world was so new, and nothing had fences and borders. Read More
glory like gold scales on a fish. praise falls and fades like a shooting star. take your tin soldiers, come to my stairs to play. Read More
