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FractureThe light was overpowering, it penetrated the darkness as though nothing was there. Such an unpleasant pleasant feeling, light, after having seemingly aeons of darkness. The darkness was so inviting, it could cover up anything and make it as though nothing had happened. But the light, it brought pain and brought forth any unpaid for deeds, like an unforgiving sheriff let loose on a wanted criminal.
Then the light dimmed, objects came into sharp focus and a fierce pounding sensation was felt all over. A sigh was let loose, the released air became visible as frost nipped at every open orifice. Thoughts suddenly burst through, recollections of a recent dream, tangs of regret at prior actions and a deep fear. The fear was most powerful, it encompassed everything and eventually held a firm grasp over all other emotions. But the mind couldn't place why it was fearful, although suddenly the earth started to shake vio
A Vixen and Her CapeThe windswept fox glanced proudly back at her red cape before scuttling to the edge of the cliff. She gazed out at the beautiful expanse of wilderness before her, it was awash with white as a light snowstorm went on. The lone fox lowered herself to the ground as she surveyed the area, her acute vision brought everything into clear focus. She was searching for someone, the one who gave her the cape, her close but almost forgotten friend. To be seen with the friend would lead her life to ruin among other foxes, but the kindness that her friend had was like no other. The feeling caused one to transfix upon it and hold their attention until they received more of it.
She asked herself if it was worth it, then she looked back at her cape and the answer came back to her a resounding "Yes!". The vixen jumped, for that response had not been thought, she had heard someone exclaim it. Her body shot around, glancing every
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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