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Why write if inks eternal?
Crucified calendars hang from the walls
dying a day at a time
left their feet swinging
so pale and listless
in case one day when I'm walking by
eyes open from inside the places where lines meet
to see in the prodigal days return
when I measured the time by my own light
and dreamt of second string suns
instead of the martyrs second risings
to bring with them the meanings of ink spilled
now in the blinks between christ's marks
I scratch at the words of my dying days
and hope for once that the ink fades
dying a day at a time
left their feet swinging
so pale and listless
in case one day when I'm walking by
eyes open from inside the places where lines meet
to see in the prodigal days return
when I measured the time by my own light
and dreamt of second string suns
instead of the martyrs second risings
to bring with them the meanings of ink spilled
now in the blinks between christ's marks
I scratch at the words of my dying days
and hope for once that the ink fades
Published 9th Jan 2014
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9th Jan 2014 6:47am
It’s funny, that in our need to purge, we often forget that ink is a stain corrupting what once was innocent, pure, and untainted. We forget that movement means something is lost in the miles that we’ve traveled, that when we look up we miss what sits at our feet, and that staring at the sun in pursuit of our dreams ‘oft leaves us blind and stumbling. We ignore that the small boxes filled with days are markings of death, single-lined and waiting for fulfilment.
This piece captures those moments, like the struggling consciousness of a nightmare trapped mind. This is awake, without any of the power to move beyond what it is. Another whimsical weaving of words, definitely shining on its skillful master.
This piece captures those moments, like the struggling consciousness of a nightmare trapped mind. This is awake, without any of the power to move beyond what it is. Another whimsical weaving of words, definitely shining on its skillful master.
13th Jan 2014 2:15am
Your right about that, looking back now a lot of what I wrote was unpolished and rough around the edges but I've always kind of liked it that way. Now what I write feels more like the finished product, but is never raw, powerful or direct enough for my liking.
Thank you very much for reading and commenting :)
Thank you very much for reading and commenting :)
10th Jan 2014 6:16am
This is gorgeous...
Why write indeed? What is the point if we can't re-write realities?
You've dragged crucifixion into it, too. That'll catch the irreverent and pious readers alike...
Why write indeed? What is the point if we can't re-write realities?
You've dragged crucifixion into it, too. That'll catch the irreverent and pious readers alike...
13th Jan 2014 2:17am
And so am I, minty, thank you for noticing :)
That was my plan all along, get the biblical types talking about it and it won't be forgotten for a few years until someone burns the internet.
That was my plan all along, get the biblical types talking about it and it won't be forgotten for a few years until someone burns the internet.
