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-nulla/nihil: the note
above-my photo, my edits.
below-several pockets' full worth of words delicate, stitched together by none other than me, myself. fragile-please handle with utmost care.
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-unus: the dream
I. capture the sky in black-silhouetted prongs, you'd dream, whimsical as you lay sprawled upon the verdant field, breeze brushing those stray strands and sun shining bright (but never as bright as the light of your eyes.) an oh-so-distant dream of halcyon blue. oh, won't you pull down the stars and drink the clouds dry, feeling the aftermath of ice on your tongue, your every breath, billowing behind you like a sigh. gather the stardust on your palms and wipe your tears, darling. the sun is still high in the sky, and our hearts, still beating.
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-duo: the question
II. capture the sky for me, darling, you asked, equal parts wonder and equal parts whimsy, and so I reached out and dragged down the clouds with me into ice crystals and puffs of dust coating your palms, chilling frost and rime tinting your lips blue, blue as the sky. your eyelashes, dappled with snowflakes, as if heralding winter.
-quattuor: the command
III. capture the sky between black- silhouetted prongs and bring me the stars, dragging the still waters of the sky into the darkest depths of the sea, to set a thousand faerie lights upon the shifting waves--all but whimsical mid-afternoon's dream, set upon the parched grass of a verdant field, drier than your mouth as you waited for a long-awaited answer.
(perhaps I did so as you wished. perhaps I did not.)
but, even so--
quinque: the answer
IV. I, my dear, can always dream.
YOU ARE READING
a litany of ruminations
Poesia{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
