Our returning was without hesitancya sweetness tinged the fireburning like love carmelizeda fantasy realizedunconscious effortsof finding another waycloserto the damp and promising earthburied and reflecting in eyesreaching when the ropecouldntbefore it broke in it’s untwistingwe could flyif it meant assistingin our preservationForin our grand silencewe were struckas if seeing shadowsof gods behind us
Tag: magic
Accordion Face
To the tune of \'G\'my melodeon singsand offers each the grin of pixied stuffto pull the bellows and push that button,leaves one gitty and a little as nearer to where we began.If one is to try itone would understand.So far it\'s a one man band...(-J.E. Todd 2013)
Smoke Trails
A circle as taught Known well Once again Guide the water Through the stone Half below and half above Toes in wet sand Or through the ice Light (at the end) Or Light Piercing Surrounding Arriving Reaching Pulling In again. (JETodd 2015)
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Three ThreeTimes In rhythm and bedlamIn front ofAnd in piecesMostly the important questionsWere not askedThe crushing dense mercurialSadness and a lonenessCurled in imagined waters beneath visible skin stretchedAs some thing lame \"-trying -too -hard\"forced and insincere Lacking properRelationship and working thingsWho listens anyways?She really would like to knowBecause unicorns were not lost but were released
Thin Tin String 