I saw the whole line
before coming [[here]] to [[write]] this,
sitting quietly at a fire
waiting for the [[moon]],
when you looked into my [[eye]]s
and all we were before
stretched around the scattered stars
in one great cosmic circle
straight back to my side of the [[story]]:
two dream figures facing
in the one fiction that can't [[be]] faked.
The vast depths are inked indigo after [[read]] ing Al-Infitar , the [[line]] between [[sea]] and sky incandescent in the soft…
Silver streams [[through]] the channel chasing the school it slid off in the deep afternoon [[light]] , [[white]] [[trace]] s of cloud…
You and I, sweet [[love]] , have lost it all, sat quietly by a desert fire to watch the spirits of our seven worlds dance this mighty…
Who walked this wide expanse last [[night]] , opened by waxing [[light]] , and sang a fragrant [[line]] ? Or fell to their knees on the…
Your [[love]] is [[light]] focused in my [[heart]] , that first messenger at last arrived to take the [[signed]] [[will]] from this…
No-one ever made it to the top to see the worlds entirely, except for you, old soul, who saw the joke of non-existence and didn't delay when…
A butterfly just butted in and is being quite belligerent. I must begin to [[write]] , though what it is I cannot say, opening the…
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