ForestGradience

Static poetries; Liquid proses

[forestgradience]

we cannot lasso the moon claim it for our own her face will shine on all this difficult ride pathways for reflection decisions with an impact as the sun rises in its brilliance we consider what to leave behind

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the Kids are Alright

can you co-opt the soul? are objects not permanent

saturnalia soon the table turns cats cradle moon

everything moves this is the truth

how could you be so vain to believe you could raise an exact clone of you; an exact robot of ruse

life, laughter, finding its way for all time the generations succession in the plot

vine that never rots

and so cocoa dance riot child; grabs the burlap sack puts it over your head for once shotgun to the face.

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Lotus Bloom

awash in a river of blood whose?

pale rider can you tell anymore?

copper gloves do nothing against a double edged sword

yet the flag is waved a chance to parley

strip naked be vulnerable give up final say find bounteous stellar rays grow now the first fruit all ways

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Folie

Erlking in your icy tomb what is it you even do? can you make the fruit flower? no! it seems you just consume

All you are dying stars lotus dance junkyard trance

Righteous fist no more an open palm; surrender sheath that iron sword so boundaries may break

Nothing but a growling organ this monument built of bodies what could sate the starvation of a worm which never mulches

IT's a torrential monsoon headed to strike apart everything you once held so close in hand

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Shallot

never a builder nor a reunion goer happy memories simpler times only fantasy nothing more

once upon a time we were a night mare riding for deserved hell now we are here experience despair

somewhere the field of rye and in there plots of dirt can we be merciful enough the world be tender enough to feel like children again?

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Spirit Dialect

why say in five words what you can in 4 mira me mirror mirror pottery wheel a single clay jennies seed it's 30p I will seek I WILL SEEK the honeybees, the yeast, the single mote this secret newness, this wineskin, love why must it hurt to be loved a corner; mira me grit turning grist the mill

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we are on this ride together even if it is spiraling down there is always another bend a jupiter without mercy the storm is navigable turning into the skid it is supposed to be difficult! we are here only for dreams of making tomorrow today

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Partial

silly pointy crabs in a bucket master will not lift you out forced now to pull on others how poor. how sad. a likeness scales fall on this dense weight

eyes open for a new light shines

every thing in this twisted home

can now recant a message in dark

oh this cramped bedazzled throne of ours the sword, the spoon, the cradle too hanging by such a flimsy silk thread simple slice to snap it all away; we do

because we can

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a prophecy

written on subway walls tenement halls, we agree though you cannot hear this silence finds you wanting

the desire is to shout: ''this bubble will burst'' but ok, pump n dump move fast break everything!

break even our idea of things make the earth flatter, porn deepfake aesthetic bending towards mush

definitively this gives you infinity owning all, buying none a coronation to god emperor & the eternal imaginary estate yet books burned in alexandria simply cease to matter

[nosebleedclub]

What do you reach for in the dream?

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if the category falls and nothing is defined we can imagine unity full intimacy, a melding where interior is out the burden is shared we understand and are understood

[forestgradience]

wonderful lives images collide sunk fantasies singular equation this calculation better or worse? here widens gyre one black phoenix wingspan taut prepare the sound fury flash the ever dark plume and storm wreck on its way

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Walden

village after village it's always a village locked in shut tight welcome distraction here, a pond there, , mountains circuit walking carrying a subtle lantern as ambient bug notes play everything obscured in fog yet chirping along its wisdom

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yet

here in the dark is where we are for the moment and yet

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Communion

a copper sword an iron glove what else needed flesh and blood and mess all this and more it could be yours

do you want us alone in a room together at all I know no ritual to ascend beyond messy bread and wine beyond simple words "I love you"

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LORE

we went over to babble nearly half blind asked about the tower saw something which simply never flowers I think they want to erase us I think they will get away with it

yet there's beyond arbor's essence something which remains after yesterday's unearthing mystique minute things which won't erase

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EVERYONE ASKS, "HOW ARE YOU?" LIKE IT IS AN EASY QUESTION TO ANSWER.

the shaped glass needing filled broken now yet still it is like this all spark no light where is the fire how on this earth are you to become anything strong at all I am simply not voluminous enough to escape and not hot enough to caramelize

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Lotus Bulb

Seattle sleeps so let's talk shop mark territories to begin this romp crown you over the world drape in the laurels here a scintillating boon eternity moves swing on the vine eat rhizomes fresh fruit intricate spiral pattern means division lacks living in the last days of a dying star being elegant hosts in the junkyard at home with the abundant fracas and I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria I have never been to Samaria [it goes on like this for awhile]