Somewhere in a smile or word a disease that spread unchecked is cured a weight is lifted, letting me escape from dark eternity and knowing things I hadn’t known I find a new life being grown
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Up The River
I We came to the place that was founded by men who risked and lost lives in the mouths of great beasts whose fat was burned to light the page and warm the bones of men’s children. Presidents came, and prostitutes too, in days best remembered in drawings and the fading photographs that line theContinue reading “Up The River”
More light than dark
I I feel like there’s more light than dark But I have felt like this before And each time I slide back But each time I come back stronger Like, what doesn’t kill you And each time I hear a sound I hadn’t heard before This time it was a brittle crack that rippled downContinue reading “More light than dark”
The Dawn
“And down the long and silent street The dawn, on silver-slippered feet, Crept like a frightened girl” Oscar Wilde
The Price
All knowledge comes at a price. When the cost is ignorance, it’s a bargain but when it demands more – innocence or fidelity or faith – it can be unaffordable. Sometimes knowledge exacts its price from unwilling hands, at the point of violence.
