Serendipity, stands
as silence sees
a silent vow
stands still swallowed
In Seers shaming song
Destinies dice, deflect
as Dunkirk drowns
a devoid depth;
Dignity is Death,
On Draco’s diamond desk
Parse Pleiades, passing
as Pontius prays
a passion play
prides penance pay
In Pleione’s parched peace.
~Belinda~
Hearts fallen
Close and near,
Side to side interspersed.
Light, night, small in flight
Seasons changed lay
Around
Unbound, found
Still, on the ground.
One picture inspires much into the night.
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IW
Happy.
Accepting of this place.
I am without yearning nor fathoming, nor wishing to change it by my own hand, other than be who I am within my hands.
Still there is the abyss. I stand upon the edge catching a glimpse of all that moves below the surface of everything existance is.
The stongest voice I hear, though silence it my soul does try, remains-
A whisper, a rhyme, a nightingale shrine, the dream from before till tomorrow, the lost puzzle piece, the whole storyline.
I am grateful and peaceful with and for that, and feircly furious on the edges of my maddening mind.
IW
~Idiot Writing~ 