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So we went on you a wolf and me the mad elephant, long before rain, digging for wells that saved me last season.
So we came into the mouthy silt, black handed, no longer longing
Under the mountain bones vanished the formaldehyde tendons soft, blonde as retrievers, spread before us like silk The heat seared our hands.
There had been no home a long time ago. Sometimes, the thing you love ruptures like a dream. The sight of walls slipping out of edges, falling into sight, hold it like you’re hol
by ~losselen
prologue and confrontationsprologue & confrontationsprologue and confrontations
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holding away the seasons
we sail through the equinox to find messier objects, but flame is what I see: the flame of a high heaven
that’s holding up buttress against those fiery sky-colors: the turquoises that want to fly and pinks that want to fuck
and the flash-poem tucked into torrents —untitled ghosts among us
and I beheld the palest shade of captivation, painted up there by thin streaks of light oh, we are so collected today.
we are fending away the season
by ~losselen
Bound to IcarusBound to IcarusBound to Icarus
Icarus, in every beat of your melting wings You have bound us ever to your one failure
You fell that day, a lonesome figure splashing into the white sea in Greek summer
But this day is autumn. Like vagrant leaves in the stray wind we want to fly —
the two of us, landlocked in this city by the sea. Struck together, comely, likely
We touch hands. We scale the wall. We raise our voices. We spread our arms against
the world, whisperings wild in our ribcages as the sun lifts our prone figures
upward, into t
by ~losselen
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Is this the place we used to love?
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