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a cartography of unfinished pilgrimages



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Sun Mar 18, 2018 7:36 am
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Wisteria says...



who knows - our griefs may
hold our greatest hopes

-Zeami


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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche

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1.

our home basks in a twilight
the shade of wicker baskets, soft
is the crisscross of lighter thoughts
hatching from my father’s hand.
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Tue Apr 03, 2018 1:43 am
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2.
Sihaya, in truth, if you still take my lips to be
true. we were the ones that drowned
ourself. inside us, autumn lived on, unturned
in a state of perpetual animation. here, we rise
and here, we fall.
listen, hear. beloved, our spines
heave with the burden that is love.


*name taken from Dune, meaning desert's spring.
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3.
here are the stillwaters of silence.
safari whispers efflorscencing
branching into skies of earth, streaked
with birth.
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Mon Apr 09, 2018 6:38 pm
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I feel when I read these poems, in a serene, zen-like environment just appreciating the simplicity in the short bite-sizeness of the pieces, but also the beauty in them.

here, we rise
and here, we fall.
listen, hear


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Sun Apr 15, 2018 2:51 pm
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4.

let's break bread, hold my hand
please. let the warmth remain
for just a while longer,
just a while longer until the sun sets.

until it dips below the horizon
full of sweet longing, love, this is my heart
and the silences that bloom, aerated,
unspoken are the pockets of words
i hand to you.

i want you to feel the warmth there, yet
i have held it the furthest from my heart.
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Il faut imaginer Sisyphe heureux (One must imagine Sisyphus happy).
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus