Author: Pelgris

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They say that a creature of silence is the most beautiful.
Or is it, merely, that their silence shows a reflection that is pleasing.
That the speaker sees the silence as reflection
But silence is a deep well.
And those that are silent may instead be drowning in their own words.
And so are silent.

Or in obverse
drink your words like ambrosia
bereft of their own to speak truths
Instead your truths become theirs.
Or creep like a shadow following prey.
In silence, simply wait.

Silence consumes.
Self, speaker, or prey.
Silence
that darkling draw
like a fire
Burning away the mists.

Continental drift

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Wake in me this desire
A step out of bounds
A step beyond reason
Rein in
Say no
Or choose
And reel in
Either way I’ll comply

Boundaries tried and tested
It’s no small feat
To know what lines not to cross
Sometimes we never know until it’s a
Step
Too far

Softly murmurs whisper

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If I am to be shadow, let me also be light
Foundling amongst gravestones
Sorter and sorted
A lost voice wandering

A world not meant for sages
Decried madness
Torrent truth
Wreaks havoc without regard

Bring me to your mouth in hunger
I will sate you
As a thousand souls before have supped
Kindle light in the burning darkness
Know me for the home unsought
Nevertheless
Found

Holding a breath

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Still
Heat drapes
As in finery
The blank thrust of empty sky
Filling blue
A bowl of promises
Left unfulfilled

Time slows
Possibilities die
My hand reaches out
Wondering

Words ground down smooth
And all that
Was
Lays
Still

Gentle breeze in the silent storm

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Are you not
This thing
that dances
in the heat
Driven snow

A minute
A moment
A mote

Sent round
In simple touch
In gentle care

Sent round
In rough hands
And soft sighs

Just a fading
Remembrance
In the soft grass
In the soft lines
Of a hope shorn
Lined face

A soft life

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I forget sometimes. I live in my little corporate world. In my little comfortable life. I forget that there are places not too far from me that are closer to the margins. That there are people living closer to the edge. That really. This corporate bullshit is meaningless.

I know better. There is a edge to the world. And I once danced on it. Not because I had to. But because I wanted to. I traded that life. I’d do it again. I’d trade the life I have for the right reasons.

But I need to remember. There are dark places in the world. I’ve seen a few. Caused a few.

This soft life. It’s just not that important. A means to an end.

I’d trade it in a heartbeat for one more chance.

But that old me, he’s gone too. Who I am now will have to be enough.