For the Full Moon's Return
(2014)
This comes from day two of my month long Rondelet marathon! I was inspired by the brilliance of the moon on the night of my need for inspiration.
He’s a 'poet’ but most would rather call it pros… He’s a 'poet’ Still somehow nobody knows it. Literary elements? Close.
Runaway vein why must you escape their blunt pr… Runaway vein one would think you would restrain fluidity to blood that flows
My wheeled tribe’s steel-hog trip Has now peaked in the valleys of d… On Glaciers, glossed by dew. Stil… Though this frost does surprise th… Bear-grass can grow despite
Steam rises From falling water’s collisions. Steam rises Coagulates, coats, chokes: Sizes Me to just a condensation
Why go outside when one can buy what the world sh… Why go outside? Rain sounds far better when I’m d… Perhaps one can’t smell the roses
The urge to do. Yearning to start, with much zeal. The urge to do. Yearning to finish, with a coup, Or without, I will always feel
Child-like mind still beyond my comprehension. Child-like mind raises worlds—surpass the divine. He’s released from the detention
Gracious, have I ever been so los… Stumbling, over and over, I begin… My words are my shield and sword,… Damn, why don’t you see what I se… Love has never been a choice for m…
It’s not over. Russian, Japanese, African— It’s not over. We think it’s gone, it’s just olde… Don’t dismay, though Love it can.
In sleep he dreamt of blissful thi… These soured, made his mind a tain… He says, there’s nothing more to l… I should’ve stopped the struggles… The warrior confides his festering…
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,
All I’m known for is indignancey Unilaterally, that’s all I guess. Dilated perceptions since infancy Righteous soap box preaching to br… Even though the rest, my peers, wo…
Violence cycles Both within lands and between them… Violence cycles Through lords of loss, maniacal. Leaves ruins of nations dim,
Mundane gossip somehow considered a classic. Mundane gossip with spats of meaning, it’s a toss… between significance and plastic.
If the shoe fits, why try so hard to this mode vanqu… If the shoe fits, why object to familiar wit? In flight from this artists anguis…