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ForeverYou say forever and I wonder if you know what the word really means, if you've felt the whole tremendous weight of it pressing down on you; as a promise or a curse, it weighs the same. Forever. I know forever; I have felt the death of a thousand stars or more and have heard the groan and the creak of the ground beneath your own brief feet take on many thousands of pitches, unimaginable to your weak ears, as the ground shifts and reshapes itself, and I will see this all again, every stars’ fiery rebirth and pale, mewling demise. Every form the earth has taken it will take again, every senseless rock will inevitably shift itself just-so, aForever
by ~monkeyelf
UntitledThe stained-glass sky splinters.Untitled
I tap it again, and it shatters, clatters to the ground humptydumptification at its finest, a thousand pieces strewn across the grass.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men— I can put this sky back together again.
But no, I can't; this sky is so broken, it will not be fixed by being whole. But still, I try. I jam the pieces together, smudge glue on the clean clear surfaces, but they stick to my hands instead,
which prickle as I peel away fals
by ~monkeyelf
A NamingI stomp my right foot, and it sinks through the floor. The earth trembles beneath me, around me.A Naming
I am possessor of a hundred thousand names. They flit far beyond me, lovely and terrible, on wings of glass. Funny little man, most call me, and I am safe. Rumpelstiltskin, said this one, and the name flew at me,
pinned itself large against my chest.
I clutch my left foot in my right hand and the fabric of me begins to split up the middle, the threads I have spun up so carefully, all flax and gold and hope, fray, and I a
by ~monkeyelf
Standing on the Corner...of 58th and UniversityStanding on the Corner...
there was a time when the only thing to see here was this broad-shouldered sky,
galloping off and off 'til it’s back
where it started
the concrete, now, juts ever higher. the sky is rationed, rounded up and parceled off, a distant relic.
people will pay good money for a piece of this sky. I stood, yesterday, half-way there; but all the stars had fallen, and lay scattered beneath me, endless glittering husks
some careless Hansel left behind.
there was a time when, if
by ~monkeyelf
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Thats just how many times i said it when i noticed this was you!
(haha)
You need to come the millions of miles to my house sometime this summer and come swimming with all of us.
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