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I get my wings soon.
I can feel it.
soon i will fly
this is a paradigm shift in the making
remain my friends as I grow and change and become more severe
By severe
well
By the time I'm done being severe, you will have a new understanding of that word.
I can feel it.
soon i will fly
this is a paradigm shift in the making
remain my friends as I grow and change and become more severe
By severe
well
By the time I'm done being severe, you will have a new understanding of that word.
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y'all, i just tried to upload literature to this website for the first time since the. . . . Transition. I . . . . I am so sorry. I can't. I can't handle the ass-side of this website being shown to me like this. I'll notify you each by your username once I've committed Exodus.
life took a turn
and the journey became heavy with slow burdened steps
i lost my will to finish NaPo
if i have a sudden spark tomorrow, perhaps i'll power through two weeks of work.
there's an upload limit of 2 to 3 poems "per day" to group sites, so...
well,
maybe something will work out.
defeated, but still here.
on departure
my grandmother is probably facing her last few days
last night she said she was so tired, so very tired
but after she fell asleep, she's not shown signs of waking up.
or if she's awake, she's not responding to external stimuli.
the heart monitor continues.
but she sang songs with my mother and sister before she fell asleep.
she's ready, i'm not.
edit 6:12 eastern today
she's passed through the door
free the grudge, unholy savior
crimson dusk fills the sky
old and heavy like unrecorded beliefs
no crime could shake the planet like mine
three million years ago
i could have been saved
no, freed, from my fish-hook grave
where the writhing souls call my name
no disaster could purge my mark on this planet
the trees themselves shed leaves in the spring,
and it's all my failure.
my grisly failure to grasp the tapestry of memory
the downfall of my species when the great collapse began
no one was ready
that well we speak of?
is wet with fire
soaked to the bone with molten lead
they shout with conviction
ill hreth gevtocsh, creeds ach'haldroven
and no single human would ev
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fly, bird. fly.