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Whispers.
So goes the flowing hope—
wearily by day. A thing
affections disguise within;
carried upon a borrowing,
and levees of the wind.
Ask yourself, what does it
conceal, and whether you
can turn away? While a
dark-haired familiar walks
beside your step, weaving
a ceaseless undertow
from riddles, or thoughts,
that would have rejected
vacuums, long before—
and dreams begin to espy
statecraft in quaint smiles
or the assuring word,
quicker than sparrows fly,
racing against the censure
of sundusk and solstice.
wearily by day. A thing
affections disguise within;
carried upon a borrowing,
and levees of the wind.
Ask yourself, what does it
conceal, and whether you
can turn away? While a
dark-haired familiar walks
beside your step, weaving
a ceaseless undertow
from riddles, or thoughts,
that would have rejected
vacuums, long before—
and dreams begin to espy
statecraft in quaint smiles
or the assuring word,
quicker than sparrows fly,
racing against the censure
of sundusk and solstice.
Published 21st May 2020
Author's Note
Another holdover, from last autumn, that I've honestly been unsure of, but am clearing out a horde of accumulating drafts.
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21st May 2020 7:13pm
again stunning and so evocative, the title makes so much sense. to me in its ambiguity and form.
something weighted on the vagaries of fate, on its wings.
thoroughly enjoyed.
something weighted on the vagaries of fate, on its wings.
thoroughly enjoyed.
22nd May 2020 10:39pm
22nd May 2020 3:02am
It seems such a haunting, penetrating self exploration. Existential and ephemeral, metaphors carrying the write in their phantom arms. I am very much aligned with what Nomoth had to say about it.
22nd May 2020 10:44pm
For awhile, it seemed there weren't even phantom ones binding it together. It's reassuring that both you, and nomoth, felt a response. When I can draw something out of the reader, and not merely state, that gladdens me. Thank you, Daniel. : )
