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Touch your skin to cold my child Point your eyes toward the sun And keep your finger in the blue flame As did Ual and Ory, twins named Perception Remembered as loss and victory In a game where hierarchy has no place Forget discomfort, take on one real sensation Rearranging merely flour of the bread [...]

For beauty’s found inside abandoned sheds Filled by strange tools for romantic future use We are sitting on the silent ledge, no winds The past is partial, fragmented Tinted by the moment’s feelings For nostalgia is wonder Stripped down, purified and unattainable Instinctive learning, sending searchlights for signs Excited by the unknown, that’s still familiar [...]

We anthropomorphize objects as living things and objectify the living. Because after all, we have the same features. What we have been used to in the middle-scale world – grass, trees, other animal species we share the space with are all alive. They are born, then wear into comfort, hit the peak, hit middle-age entering [...]

The more sources of light beam to illuminate your sides The more shadows will stalk you on the way along your strides Solo, duo, trio or quo, we are limited To seeing only mirrors of ourselves

Looking at a half glass half drunk Breathing in with iron lungs Shoved into happiness with the iron fist Destroying livelihoods from a slap of a wrist

Her eyes glimmered like green marbles rolling across a classroom floor. It was a memory that left me bruised – like the knees under her socks, which were covered in scrapes from blissfully playful and carefree ignorance, of bliss. Her cracked lips smiled at me awkwardly from a distance across the fence, pushing her cheeks [...]

It is still 10pm and I am sleepless. Perhaps one of the few people who have not yet accustomed to using metric time still, my mind keeps on wondering and still making conversions back to the old system, even though now we are in the 22nd century as I am awake and writing this. My [...]