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Thursday, August 07, 2025

For Fears/Mad Lips edition

Everybody wants to [turn]

& Make the most of [sadness]

Everybody wants to [sleep]

& Make the most of [power]

Everybody wants to [fade]

& Make the most of [desire]

Everybody wants to [rule]

& Make the most of [nature]

Everybody wants to [last]

& Make the most of [indecision]

Everybody wants to [believe]

& Make the most of [isolation]

Wednesday, August 06, 2025

WE ARE

We are 

A date in time, an image-bearer 

from god-dust

We are 

boxes in the garage

ashes in an urn 

We are 

charmed fragments of memory 

carbon copies clinging closely 

We are 

cramped names bereft 

girded loins and fathomless bleak pangs

We are

out of the blue

& into the black 

We are 

blood bonds of ancestor landslides 

turned into lineages 

We are 

gone before a blink

faded grass and mist vanishing 

We are 

rotted out 

burned husk of rust 

We are 

not a failure, my son