surrealism
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Fragments, 4.17.25
How can the same world birth both roses & screams?I wear a radiant crown & a crooked smileOne eye weeps, the other singsI cradle joy & agony alike ** When petals unfold, do they speak your name?I return with the… Continue reading
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The Demon Was Sent
No one saw it arrive. There was no sound, heat, flickering veil, or flame. It simply was where once it had not been: a new wrinkle in the air, a smudge in the pattern of things. The wind shuddered backwards… Continue reading
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An Empty Hand To Kneel To
At midlife, a mirror grows & speaksIts tongue made of fog, its voice a bellWe count regrets like coins in sleepThe brilliance fades, & that’s the spell Through seasons sewn in wax & glassWe walk the halls of things undoneA… Continue reading
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One-Eyed Town
Spinning circles in this one-eyed townWhere the buildings lean like drunks in prayerAnd shadows wear the faces of strangersThe road to the barn is black with secretsIt reeks of scorched dreams & damp furSomewhere out there, the night-circus humsTheir voices… Continue reading
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People Are Imaginary
Pause & inhale the garden’s rotThe roots twist tighter, coiled in your chestA pulsating pit where shadows nest You do know, don’t you? People are imaginaryHollow mirages, flitting in your skull’s pits Pluck out your eyes, sockets raw & cleanOnly… Continue reading
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Paranoid Tide
What I thought I knew dissolvedWorn edges slipping into night’s mouthTerrible shadows crawl like inkBeasts sketched from the gaps in my mindGnashing quietly, lapping up fears This isn’t the home I dreamedWalls melt, unravel into whispersAnd the comforts of country… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 