[lucyvondahlia]

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recovering from meniscus repair surgery, also, I have quit drinking alcohol. working on creating more art and practicing instruments.

[de-salva]

Brent Geese (2023)

© Justin Syndercombe

[candleghost]

[disease]

An amulet by which the owner hoped to magically deflect evil intended to work against him. Africa’s Fon religion included worship of the spirit Vodu and is a forerunner of Voodoo.

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Pyre.

Dragging your limbs

Trudging across whitelands

Slogging decay of winter

Warm my hollow bones

Somber smoke billows

Erstwhile, a moon to glow

Faith for a lune to grow

Chapiters have crumbled

Penury in the eyes

Pillars burning slow

Dragging your limbs

Burning one by one

Is this what hope is

[arjuna-vallabha]

[nervoustemple]

arjuna-vallabha: Ceremonial weapons of the Majapahit Empire, Java

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Spiral

The air is thick and toxic

Barely breathable

In a vast wasteland of tormented beings

Disease has plagued minds and bodies

Restless obsessions of spirituality

Flames crawl nearer than prior

As I trudge aimlessly alone

Reality is an irrelevant farce

You long for light

Soulful truth in dark

Spiraling in a blackhole 

Gods of hope have abandon you

Casting a baleful glance

Discarded to the abysmal

rotting mouth of nothing

Short ordered eternal agony

Small human

My limbs are numb

Old drone

My vision is blurred

Imprisoned to the promise of winter

Dissident voices never to be heard

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Floor of Dirt.

The clouds drag across

Black of night

A hollow organ

filled with disillusionment

Sleeping below

a converging storm

Ignorantly, I've dreampt

of the consequences

As these chapiters crumble

Turn yourself over

The substances have dried

Cold of the shoulder

The perennials have died

Vertical static patterns

Insolate the voids with grey

Can I leave this be?

Tongue bitten

Venom sting

Transparent white

Staring back through at me

Penury in the eyes

Turn yourself over

[nervoustemple]

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Diaphoresis

eyelids clenched

bizzare rapids

static overwhelmed

anxious ramblings stirring

droplets fall to the ears

let the sky's weight crush you

the fucking digits won't stop

you've only accumulated filth

a hideous face burried in cloth

quell the panic with a gross habit

under the rusted bridge

pathetic liquids still haunt

saturated empty spaces

shivers repeatedly wake you

agitated by dampness

no one will wrap

their limbs around you

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fear / guilt

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A hollow organ, filled with disillusion

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Visit Original Link

9.26.15. E. Wolford.

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desolate

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