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Category: Prose
Apeiron
A portion however big or small of the Infinite reminds, somehow, of rarefaction and condensation of matter from elementary particles.~ Anaximander, απείρων – I don’t have the copyrights of the gif…
EX (XII)
Shifting sides! Braille again, is scattered all over the fingerboard as seasonally. Pleased by, this time an autistic’s pole spun around by random schizophrenic characters in improvised windmill fighting stages. Some talk about a Ms. Right, in nursery, as she trainsp the same team of lefties. Goodness! Leaks! There are these thin beams of light… Continue reading EX (XII)
Virtual Down Under
All the tasks are on hand with no doubt, about what pumps the next heartbeat and breath, and how a purpose may divide into opposite ways. Nevertheless, without any feels of guilt, almost all is left undone. C’est la vie! We make this living for, envying no criminals over there. Routine may be boring, but… Continue reading Virtual Down Under
Reflection Exercise
(I) Within the limits of a hardly Pass upper-intermediate English examination, a tolerated degree of alienation to any spoken or written other language, and a handsome bit of insanity; one may recklessly tilt their neck high to imagine your choice for your own last years. None but you see the specks of dust, carelessly left… Continue reading Reflection Exercise
Songbird
Of all the irons in the fire, none is a priority with these shorter breaths for other strokes in the swim. Long ago, it was wished for being sentenced to, apprenticeship for life to highway truckers. Dreaming in case of a gypsy home. The wishing well, echoed then, “boy, fix these bricks and fast asleep,… Continue reading Songbird
Once Upon a Hide & Seek
He did not stop smoking despite having had lung cancer, years after he’d started practicing meditation. Which since he opened his early eyes had frequently been hearing about it, with yoga, and their benefits, implying occasional miraculous healings to stubborn illnesses including cancer. He practiced it and experienced the effects as he’d been suffering a… Continue reading Once Upon a Hide & Seek
What Is It…
They produced Rabbit-like from their palms And sketched tattoos All around stepping stones They picked and toyed us with Present and future on their backs Haven’t we been there, where Fathers disappear in names of dust, and Mothers seldom pass unknowns! When you feel like it is not, Why care about to found it, a… Continue reading What Is It…
Early Tale
No fainter could it beNear abstractAlmost suckled withBy a fluent ex-citizen, fatherIn his grave still murmuring-…, Perché!? …, Bastardi!More pale in-commonsFor what! The scarecrow,Which is the impaled spearOn the gate, or theShe, who nursed the seven hills,A fortifying walled growth…
But to Swerve
To clean or not to clean The place is A proper excuse Or, another condition to shelve An early morning shower. Wilson is a help mostly, but Not in these issues of destiny. A sweet embarrassment handles A one is set to all, dawn Another seldom emerges From strings, And the third as always guessed… Continue reading But to Swerve
Scale Fixing 