

"Twilight"Twilight"Twilight"
Delicate pale strands of gossamer settle silently blanketing worn gray fissures in gauzy netting made thick from age and pain catching new words like squirming flies
sucking them dry with spindly spider fangs and letting the corpse dust sprinkle through the gaps to where old names and faces and the loved crash and scrape against each other like ripping tearing metal in an interstate head-on
shrieking for release and clawing behind the eyes screaming their relevance to each panic-driven sentence that stalls on the tongue and


VestalVestalVestal
Living is a sacrifice of Futile altars, stained with bloodlessness marble smooth and taunting white, with fractures, chiseled grooves A fine pale powder from where stone has begged and sought to give lies dusty, clinging to the floor til the Virgins come to sweep the rocky pain into the sanctuary's shadows and leave no superstitious trace of the alabaster groans
One summer, though, the crop will fail, as now, the treacherous winds of Achean
rage billow and curse As finally the Iphiginea bow
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Embrace nothing. If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. Only live your life as it is, not bound to anything.
Eat till you're full.
Play anytime you want.
Sleep as much as you like.
Cry. Get angry. Laugh.
Live! Live! Live!
<3
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SorryForMyBadEnglish
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It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
Good and evil
Me and you
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I am the light, breaking through that yonder window.
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