Self-Medicated Memories

You sit there, gently trembling in your cage – The tones ring out; the floor begins to hum. The sudden shock of pain you cannot gauge; Your body’s limp and everything feels numb.   The tones ring out; the floor begins to hum; Frozen in place because of abject fear, Your body’s limp and everything … Read more

The Harmful Enclosure of Many Lands

If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its sapphire hue, A homestead of the prow, encased in sand. Then build your house next to these spaces blue, Away from parks and where mankind has fanned; Remember when you … Read more

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