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P O E T R Y
01 yet︎︎︎02 gentle longings︎︎︎
03 I’ll never choose fire︎︎︎
04 re re re︎︎︎
05 a man & the moon︎︎︎
06 faithfulness, woa︎︎︎
07 images︎︎︎
IMAGES OF NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
TRAGEDIES OF YOU, OF YESTERDAY, OF MOTHER [IRELAND]
I : THE CAUSE
Wavering her thrill,
he turned instead toward the overcast of the sea.
Rumbling winds tossed stems of wheat untamed;
clouds of stone hid heaven from his searching.
She extended - his shoulder touched.
He spurned - her face sunk red and low.
“Ama nesciri.”
“Love to be unknown.”
Jagged exposed earth ran perpendicular
whinnying at the bellowed reach of tenderness.
Mouths exhaled fiery steam; she threw,
“surely, I will forget.”
He sanded and filed; thrashing wet air,
“I already do.”
Pouring debt from debt, removing warmth,
she drew momentum, surrendering north.
Whipping cheek and leg, arm and side,
darts of atmosphere sliced;
while linen clung to sodden skin,
and streams of hair occluded eyes.
Fury echoed on rippled brine;
he favored marbled sea.
Memory folded and buckled
as the grass that bowed beneath.
Swans could not dive, angels could not carry,
and spine would not endure
concrete sudden sheets.
Anciently,
she knew
(consumed fallacy).
II : THE NOW
Cracked ember floats
from room,
to air,
to window,
then,
sky,
to field,
to black.
Stone stacks stone;
glass parts glass.
Meadow moves heavy air,
skin inhales dew and water bare.
Earth soaks in wanting,
she grows in her shrinking;
the warm of her neck and the friend of her arm sweetly meet her there.
He surrounds.
Remnants of duty assault innocent wanting—
when it is too late,
when touch is fragile,
when she turned:
Can scorn be met with pearl and silk?
Is she bound?
Lighting drifts through sinew and orb,
floats amid constricted vessels,
and settles in swollen gatherings.
Sudden, consumed sea requires unreduced forgetting.
Ankle bound (magnet and chain),
motivated cliffs remain
unanswered;
not of choice,
of ancestral observance and predestined sealing.
Will is no option in the matter of relieving.
She returns to linen,
shaming hills
(for lack of her kneeling).
III : THE PERHAPS
Floating head,
shrunken landscape;
pools of grass,
fields of water.
Consuming death and path alike,
broken skulls applauding might.
Kingship, feudality;
awakening glow.
Haloing genesis
beginning above,
descending
blue and yellow.
Opacity sullen,
lifting space,
rising yeast,
lain gently facing east.
Forgetting moments,
undebased.
She shudders,
she begins
(amnesic confidence).
IMAGES OF NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
TRAGEDIES OF YOU, OF YESTERDAY, OF MOTHER [IRELAND]
I : THE CAUSE
Wavering her thrill,
he turned instead toward the overcast of the sea.
Rumbling winds tossed stems of wheat untamed;
clouds of stone hid heaven from his searching.
She extended - his shoulder touched.
He spurned - her face sunk red and low.
“Ama nesciri.”
“Love to be unknown.”
Jagged exposed earth ran perpendicular
whinnying at the bellowed reach of tenderness.
Mouths exhaled fiery steam; she threw,
“surely, I will forget.”
He sanded and filed; thrashing wet air,
“I already do.”
Pouring debt from debt, removing warmth,
she drew momentum, surrendering north.
Whipping cheek and leg, arm and side,
darts of atmosphere sliced;
while linen clung to sodden skin,
and streams of hair occluded eyes.
Fury echoed on rippled brine;
he favored marbled sea.
Memory folded and buckled
as the grass that bowed beneath.
Swans could not dive, angels could not carry,
and spine would not endure
concrete sudden sheets.
Anciently,
she knew
(consumed fallacy).
II : THE NOW
Cracked ember floats
from room,
to air,
to window,
then,
sky,
to field,
to black.
Stone stacks stone;
glass parts glass.
Meadow moves heavy air,
skin inhales dew and water bare.
Earth soaks in wanting,
she grows in her shrinking;
the warm of her neck and the friend of her arm sweetly meet her there.
He surrounds.
Remnants of duty assault innocent wanting—
when it is too late,
when touch is fragile,
when she turned:
Can scorn be met with pearl and silk?
Is she bound?
Lighting drifts through sinew and orb,
floats amid constricted vessels,
and settles in swollen gatherings.
Sudden, consumed sea requires unreduced forgetting.
Ankle bound (magnet and chain),
motivated cliffs remain
unanswered;
not of choice,
of ancestral observance and predestined sealing.
Will is no option in the matter of relieving.
She returns to linen,
shaming hills
(for lack of her kneeling).
III : THE PERHAPS
Floating head,
shrunken landscape;
pools of grass,
fields of water.
Consuming death and path alike,
broken skulls applauding might.
Kingship, feudality;
awakening glow.
Haloing genesis
beginning above,
descending
blue and yellow.
Opacity sullen,
lifting space,
rising yeast,
lain gently facing east.
Forgetting moments,
undebased.
She shudders,
she begins
(amnesic confidence).
IMAGES OF NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
TRAGEDIES OF YOU, OF YESTERDAY, OF MOTHER [IRELAND]
I : THE CAUSE
Wavering her thrill,
he turned instead toward the overcast of the sea.
Rumbling winds tossed stems of wheat untamed;
clouds of stone hid heaven from his searching.
She extended - his shoulder touched.
He spurned - her face sunk red and low.
“Ama nesciri.”
“Love to be unknown.”
Jagged exposed earth ran perpendicular
whinnying at the bellowed reach of tenderness.
Mouths exhaled fiery steam; she threw,
“surely, I will forget.”
He sanded and filed; thrashing wet air,
“I already do.”
Pouring debt from debt, removing warmth,
she drew momentum, surrendering north.
Whipping cheek and leg, arm and side,
darts of atmosphere sliced;
while linen clung to sodden skin,
and streams of hair occluded eyes.
Fury echoed on rippled brine;
he favored marbled sea.
Memory folded and buckled
as the grass that bowed beneath.
Swans could not dive, angels could not carry,
and spine would not endure
concrete sudden sheets.
Anciently,
she knew
(consumed fallacy).
II : THE NOW
Cracked ember floats
from room,
to air,
to window,
then,
sky,
to field,
to black.
Stone stacks stone;
glass parts glass.
Meadow moves heavy air,
skin inhales dew and water bare.
Earth soaks in wanting,
she grows in her shrinking;
the warm of her neck and the friend of her arm sweetly meet her there.
He surrounds.
Remnants of duty assault innocent wanting—
when it is too late,
when touch is fragile,
when she turned:
Can scorn be met with pearl and silk?
Is she bound?
Lighting drifts through sinew and orb,
floats amid constricted vessels,
and settles in swollen gatherings.
Sudden, consumed sea requires unreduced forgetting.
Ankle bound (magnet and chain),
motivated cliffs remain
unanswered;
not of choice,
of ancestral observance and predestined sealing.
Will is no option in the matter of relieving.
She returns to linen,
shaming hills
(for lack of her kneeling).
III : THE PERHAPS
Floating head,
shrunken landscape;
pools of grass,
fields of water.
Consuming death and path alike,
broken skulls applauding might.
Kingship, feudality;
awakening glow.
Haloing genesis
beginning above,
descending
blue and yellow.
Opacity sullen,
lifting space,
rising yeast,
lain gently facing east.
Forgetting moments,
undebased.
She shudders,
she begins
(amnesic confidence).
IMAGES OF NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
TRAGEDIES OF YOU, OF YESTERDAY, OF MOTHER [IRELAND]
I : THE CAUSE
Wavering her thrill,
he turned instead toward the overcast of the sea.
Rumbling winds tossed stems of wheat untamed;
clouds of stone hid heaven from his searching.
She extended - his shoulder touched.
He spurned - her face sunk red and low.
“Ama nesciri.”
“Love to be unknown.”
Jagged exposed earth ran perpendicular
whinnying at the bellowed reach of tenderness.
Mouths exhaled fiery steam; she threw,
“surely, I will forget.”
He sanded and filed; thrashing wet air,
“I already do.”
Pouring debt from debt, removing warmth,
she drew momentum, surrendering north.
Whipping cheek and leg, arm and side,
darts of atmosphere sliced;
while linen clung to sodden skin,
and streams of hair occluded eyes.
Fury echoed on rippled brine;
he favored marbled sea.
Memory folded and buckled
as the grass that bowed beneath.
Swans could not dive, angels could not carry,
and spine would not endure
concrete sudden sheets.
Anciently,
she knew
(consumed fallacy).
II : THE NOW
Cracked ember floats
from room,
to air,
to window,
then,
sky,
to field,
to black.
Stone stacks stone;
glass parts glass.
Meadow moves heavy air,
skin inhales dew and water bare.
Earth soaks in wanting,
she grows in her shrinking;
the warm of her neck and the friend of her arm sweetly meet her there.
He surrounds.
Remnants of duty assault innocent wanting—
when it is too late,
when touch is fragile,
when she turned:
Can scorn be met with pearl and silk?
Is she bound?
Lighting drifts through sinew and orb,
floats amid constricted vessels,
and settles in swollen gatherings.
Sudden, consumed sea requires unreduced forgetting.
Ankle bound (magnet and chain),
motivated cliffs remain
unanswered;
not of choice,
of ancestral observance and predestined sealing.
Will is no option in the matter of relieving.
She returns to linen,
shaming hills
(for lack of her kneeling).
III : THE PERHAPS
Floating head,
shrunken landscape;
pools of grass,
fields of water.
Consuming death and path alike,
broken skulls applauding might.
Kingship, feudality;
awakening glow.
Haloing genesis
beginning above,
descending
blue and yellow.
Opacity sullen,
lifting space,
rising yeast,
lain gently facing east.
Forgetting moments,
undebased.
She shudders,
she begins
(amnesic confidence).
IMAGES OF NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
TRAGEDIES OF YOU, OF YESTERDAY, OF MOTHER [IRELAND]I : THE CAUSE
Wavering her thrill,
he turned instead toward the overcast of the sea.
Rumbling winds tossed stems of wheat untamed;
clouds of stone hid heaven from his searching.
She extended - his shoulder touched.
He spurned - her face sunk red and low.
“Ama nesciri.”
“Love to be unknown.”
Jagged exposed earth ran perpendicular
whinnying at the bellowed reach of tenderness.
Mouths exhaled fiery steam; she threw,
“surely, I will forget.”
He sanded and filed; thrashing wet air,
“I already do.”
Pouring debt from debt, removing warmth,
she drew momentum, surrendering north.
Whipping cheek and leg, arm and side,
darts of atmosphere sliced;
while linen clung to sodden skin,
and streams of hair occluded eyes.
Fury echoed on rippled brine;
he favored marbled sea.
Memory folded and buckled
as the grass that bowed beneath.
Swans could not dive, angels could not carry,
and spine would not endure
concrete sudden sheets.
Anciently,
she knew
(consumed fallacy).
Wavering her thrill,
he turned instead toward the overcast of the sea.
Rumbling winds tossed stems of wheat untamed;
clouds of stone hid heaven from his searching.
She extended - his shoulder touched.
He spurned - her face sunk red and low.
“Ama nesciri.”
“Love to be unknown.”
Jagged exposed earth ran perpendicular
whinnying at the bellowed reach of tenderness.
Mouths exhaled fiery steam; she threw,
“surely, I will forget.”
He sanded and filed; thrashing wet air,
“I already do.”
Pouring debt from debt, removing warmth,
she drew momentum, surrendering north.
Whipping cheek and leg, arm and side,
darts of atmosphere sliced;
while linen clung to sodden skin,
and streams of hair occluded eyes.
Fury echoed on rippled brine;
he favored marbled sea.
Memory folded and buckled
as the grass that bowed beneath.
Swans could not dive, angels could not carry,
and spine would not endure
concrete sudden sheets.
Anciently,
she knew
(consumed fallacy).
II : THE NOW
Cracked ember floats
from room,
to air,
to window,
then,
sky,
to field,
to black.
Stone stacks stone;
glass parts glass.
Meadow moves heavy air,
skin inhales dew and water bare.
Earth soaks in wanting,
she grows in her shrinking;
the warm of her neck and the friend of her arm sweetly meet her there.
He surrounds.
Remnants of duty assault innocent wanting—
when it is too late,
when touch is fragile,
when she turned:
Can scorn be met with pearl and silk?
Is she bound?
Lighting drifts through sinew and orb,
floats amid constricted vessels,
and settles in swollen gatherings.
Sudden, consumed sea requires unreduced forgetting.
Ankle bound (magnet and chain),
motivated cliffs remain
unanswered;
not of choice,
of ancestral observance and predestined sealing.
Will is no option in the matter of relieving.
She returns to linen,
shaming hills
(for lack of her kneeling).
III : THE PERHAPS
Floating head,
shrunken landscape;
pools of grass,
fields of water.
Consuming death and path alike,
broken skulls applauding might.
Kingship, feudality;
awakening glow.
Haloing genesis
beginning above,
descending
blue and yellow.
Opacity sullen,
lifting space,
rising yeast,
lain gently facing east.
Forgetting moments,
undebased.
She shudders,
she begins
(amnesic confidence).
