February 2012
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January 2011
The memory, floating above us in the atmosphere, thickens with the evaporation of the groundswell we made.
Darker and darker and darker it grows, until it grows so wretchedly, wondrously beautiful that the sound reaches us from another dimension.
We awaken and climb out of bed, climb out of the hole we have dug for ourselves in the hollow, climb out of our skin and out of the trees that bind us....
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For Mine
I sometimes wonder
if you do not truly grasp
the sincerity of my love.
You broken, wondrous thing,
how can I make you understand?
When you and I met,
when you befriended me
and deciphered the map
written on my heart
that I’d lost the key to,
All the black and white
that barred my freedom
faded into gray;
And when you kissed me,
I fell away from the place
where I’d been...
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Night
I lie awake in my cold bed and feel you all fly away from me,
to thought-worlds and color-places that exist in the mist of dreamers’ minds.
Even the sky leaves me here, and falls away to black expanse.
(I wonder, as I shiver with the thought, if it scares anyone else
to realize that daylight is the shroud and darkness the reveal?)
I wish I could follow you all, down to your misty,...