Please, linger at least slightly longer
On my lap. Let's stay home, lie low;
Let's pretend we've got
A leap day this year.
Take a leap of faith, take leave,
Say farewell to mundane liabilities.
Let's lie down on the lilac silk linen,
Heads up, watch the stars.
They're there adorning the welkin,
Even now, at midday.
So what if we cannot see them?
The sun overshadows their teeny
Twinkling lights—but we know:
The stars are there all the way.
– Look at these constellations!
See, this is Libra. I wish for the scales
To find balance. Liberty for all!
Both soul and body.
– So, no good, no evil?
– No extremes. Our celestial sphere
Is wise and beautiful. Look at the stars!
So much grace and so much order!
– Oh, silly, the stars are merely
God's dandruff flakes
Chaotically scattered
Across the Universe.
About the Creator
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 21 hours ago in Feast
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Fantastic! I can't believe I missed this one. "They're there adorning the welkin, Even now, at midday. So what if we cannot see them? The sun overshadows their teeny Twinkling lights—but we know: The stars are there all the way." "Welkin" is one of my favorite words for the heavens. Plus, I love the idea of still recognizing the stars during the day when they're invisible. The undoing of the deeper contemplation of good, evil, and balance, and the role of the cosmic bodies in weaving those concepts together is very interesting here. Like two ends of a spectrum of discussion. I guess the question now is, does God's dandruff offer questions and answers about the wisdom of the universe? "– So, no good, no evil? – No extremes. Our celestial sphere Is wise and beautiful. Look at the stars! So much grace and so much order!"
God has no time for grooming. Good job too or the sky would not be as pretty. Like the laziness of this, that let's just be and talk about shit whilst looking at the sky.
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I really loved the dandruff concept and your poem is so stunningly beautiful!
Oh, let's!
Love your work! And a great song I’ve not heard before! Thanks for including it. 👏☺️ Oh wow, the song is getting better as I type.. I might have to “linger a little while longer!” 😉
Wow! Iove it, I think your work is always very personal and original 😊
Great work! Well written!