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Odds & Ends #6: Slow Down

Crystalline sky, like the candy apple coating to the core worm.

Simple syrup drips dropwise down the apartment wall. Far below, the root node bug grabs its fill. So few can zip through the world so slowed by the sticky rain. Most are relegated to still-life staring at the radiant sky.


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Bubblegum

Pinkish red and baby blue. 

Shifting and chafing clouds in a sunset sky. 

Nothing lies below the horizon. 

Empty nothingness. 


I’ve been falling for a time now, but what else could I do? 

Just look up at the sky and enjoy the wind in my hair.



Every Sight Seen Through a Stained Glass Mural

And sometimes you wish that mask would stick.

And you get some mist in your face before saying something like “oh isn’t it terribly romantic!”



Servile

Man canoeing centre of mist,

Do you hear the crumbling highway beside your lake?

Or only the slick slide of your pad through water?

Road of sound faded just as you are, through mist of vision.



Grapevine

Accept the brief respite 

Carnal is the day

Faces two swords the night

Vound goueshes



Viewport

In the world of silence, I am the record-keep

With an endless blank scroll before me



But That’s My Spot

There is this one place I go.

Just beyond downtown, near the locks.

It gives meaning to my name.

And I like to sit on rocks upon water.


A young couple sits there today.

Cool windy embrace keep warmth under overcast sky.

I am displaced.

Not my place, not my time.


Thunder in distance turns to rain above

I flee upstream

They stay and kiss in the wet

Such is willed by the lightning despot



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Kiss those dear, and have your lips cemented in time by sweet rain.


Through time, 
Steffen
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