THINGS THE STRANGER TOLD

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THINGS THE STRANGER TOLD

 

This is the province of blood

(I am the threads of the sky)

The desert of sinew and tendon

(The blue threads,

  gold and silver, ivory and rose

         of clouds)

The waste of jagged bones

(Spinnings from the white moon)

Of blood, of pulsing

(The fibers of comets tails)

Of blood, of pounding

(I am the unendurable sun threads)

Of blood, of raging

(Less than light and air)

Of blood, of crying

(I am incorporeal and boundless)

Here in the unreachable heart of me.


 

© ImSJ 2020
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Ifyouplease
2 years ago

reachless? why not unreachable
very interesting. welcome to uka

Jolen
8 months ago

I enjoyed this very much. I felt at times like I was a thread being woven through the piece, which was quite pleasant.

blessings,
jolen

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