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(d)foggd

what happens when the empathy daze sets us adrift across decades of amnesia, with no remnants of occurrence to hold up to the light? post-hoc sutures do their best to maintain an image of years gone by to little affair; played off by the muted blues of star-crossed incongruences.

what's found scattered about can be made to replicate past as new mutation. time spent traversing scarred landscapes taught me to arrange said pieces anew, for the path ahead bares in mind, yet does not heed warnings of trial & error.

[artistsoftheunknown]

choser

a. thoughts of escape trigger familiar delirium. bated breath replaces baseline exhale. each phone call momentarily shrinks the spans spent waiting for anguish to bottom out, into cool postmortem bliss. the living imply presence. there in darkness, illuminated only in retrospect. who was there to watch over solitary wallowing, precious as it is when silence stings? their witness fleeting, burdened by trials of self. too little to give fellow sufferers as they inch their way along the surface. b. consequence unravels the plot- a ride out of town tantamount to razing of familiar spirits, who, left to their own devices, would certainly bring about rapturous scandal, only to have it fizzle into nothing at the behest of a convenience so foreign, they'd be foolish not to be entranced by its promise to wax lackadaisical against the golden dusk of a life in gradual decline.

[artistsoftheunknown]

You’re the cutiest, I love your poetry 💜

THANK

[artistsoftheunknown]

duenorth

city contains more than i can ask for, yet, it lacks what's needed to keep soul afloat. mystic healing retreat; faux redemption under nourishment from nameless stream. i plead with the essence to allow me to recede from hazy fixations decorating the mundane. can't tell if the structure is natural, or exists on a predicate: that we remain in darkness, deceived by faintest sliver of light. we'd be strung up if they knew of unhatched plots born from dereliction. can we blame them for being so obscene, when so many clamor to be free? talons sink deeper when the nest is threatened.

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ranfree

was lost in unassuming breakdown on 4 train bound for nowhere i want to be, when the vision guided me through the fog, as one does down a well-trodden path. always a scene, serene brook, clouded; eye of the creator casts its blind gaze. tremor sent down vertebrae reminds me of the humanity i claim estrangement from. wish you didn't have to see me in such a state, for now, an irrational desire festers to explain away the natural processes of slow-immolate grief. are you here to hear or hush and say "it's time to rest"? the choice itself a frostian divergence, as if the whole of life hinges on its response.

[artistsoftheunknown]

pencaphit

sparklers dim into a night of taste & touch. memories rewrite traveled paths crossed by players past; each on the brink, having lost enough to cause a stir worthy of disturbing normalcy. placate their woes to stem the tide of collective indifference. how much is really saved by shaving seconds off the commute, when tumult rests nestled deep in the bosom, behind barricades erected by the ghosts we inherit?

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soilblue

i am but a stray echo pontificating substance loss. a gathering of light releases me from myself; i bathe in it. beyond the abyss, desire for plot & purview fall wayside, into woodland ditch where i wish to be found by the dogs sent out to bring my body home.

[artistsoftheunknown]

a section of the map

regarded as a fluke, we find ourselves here, seeking clarity; an intent subsumed by guiltless ire. at hand, these claims lay before us as they were; mere impressions upon a landscape scarred by the tread of progress.

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dreamdown

death drive mainline collapses as time flies south to escape another frigid encounter with a nature we can't afford to bare. resilience terraforms as we look to weathered stones for guidance.

from valley view, amidst serene relief, a response is received. offers extend as roots to new channels, building on already gathered knowledge; being in resistance against continued degradation of soul & self.

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dposit

felt like a goner; no sooner than later, moody blue somber, i met your elation. hoped in a manner so stately & spoken with gravely grave tone. channeled a war hawk long dead from misery. dropped act to lessen distance between desire & history.

never been to the ardennes but i'd gamble my savings to say there too they sigh when getting lost in peculiarities of creation. make out for new ground; soon to be wasteland, until reclaimed by nature, which couldn't care less about our stance on the butchery of children being children for the sake of a scheme named "nation".

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610am

barking alarm for choke chain collar job, whose senseless prongs prod my desire, goading a reaction i can't afford to give.

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milemark

i'll bury you beside the bed, lied in steadfast, through storm and slow extinction. what came from ways set in stone, weathered by shifting hands of absence? silence, chamber-like; clear gesture of reverence for processes learned from wrecks bound to emotional destitution. picked up as one would soon-to-be sacred heirloom from forest floor. cherished comfort: creaturesque, leeching what life is left; fear masked as ambient tension with a world unbeknownst to our trepidation.

ii if there was time to turn back towards, what shapes would haunt our view? the dog-earred trauma of an unannounced visitor, always ready to leave when distinction between solitary "I", and that of a pair, becomes irrelevant? or perhaps a reflection; whose? could've sworn its familiarity for at least a lifetime, yet now, their namesake escapes me, as does the diction required to string this all together.

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bishop2

we are full on disaster; rid us of this bloat synonymous with grief. our thirst has gotten the best of us. what's left to be had in the long con can only serve to hush (never kill) ever-present anarchic rhythms operating in stark opposition to the misery slant. being swept up in second-hand conspiracy, we hope to find peace with cool oblivion. how could we? when the field is rigged to blow, who knows what the mass or mob will do? dance around cop car carrion pyre, requests its light to guide us through the thicket of a time never in our favor.

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Huge sound~~

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fixture

break our necks to catch a glimpse of the light heading for distant hills. we'll weep in her absence, souls left looking like mud beneath rock torn from decades long resting place. what lives on is yet to be determined by biome. differences in the means to feel alive obfuscate intention; return to form necessary for what remains to reconfigure into coherent spelling of fate unencumbered by the certain doom destined for those who chose to heed not phantom signals from vessels resting beneath waves of hubris.

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entrench

backpedal from hills upon which fate is conspired against by those whose shape resembles our own on days when the smoke screen plays vision tricks, so as to conceal the true intent of our thread of life escapism.

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still roads

our jubilant rise curbed by societal inertia. numbed bodies slouch against grey hinterland beauty, doin little more than passing through. never enough paper or purpose to get where there is. how many have perished with bated breath, patiently waiting for the pieces to fall where they may?