Tag: fate
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Poking dead dreams with a stick
I would be adoration’s target I dreamt of being a star In any field Now the very inkling sickens quickly More quickly than I sink to this quicksand that is life Nothing seems to stick, though I have applied adhesives thick, slicking My wick unredeemable grows diminutive indeed Godspeed I say myself, nobody else willing…
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Quantity surveying my hash
Keef as would fill up the stolen Mount Keefe Chalice Whose unknown maker his useless initials inscribed Elucidating nothing thereby, in 1590 It is like I am speaking of myself, whose writing trialful Turns many an eye away instantly, who could spite them Such rinds I peel away, which fall in orange spirals Are for…
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When I die
What is seeded accedes to another Interned unseen beneath a cedar Like a seed in cerecloth Take me far from evil and bury me I have in the loam grim merriment Let burrowing worms enter me in the great below Making citadels of useless bone, I am a thing stown Pick a place without stone…
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Incapable star
Axesed stars constellated elevated thronging Moving constantly, but only in their way Upon set course no new marches charting Darting along plotted lines Moving resplendently, faux-independently Inside a box’s confines From afar shone amazing but days Nay, aeons, since it died or truly shined Closening shies to ashes, poor and flaking incapable Cage inescapable, ineluctable,…
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