It is dark
And the shimmering lights inspire
The moths that carry the dust
The lust the darkness acquires
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It is dark
And the loneliness beholds
Before dawn before cold
Before the knife makes a hole
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A path of blood finds the nearest river
Always in the dark
Of a pack of clothes it gets ridden
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Moths escape to the yell’s rhythm
Always in her mind
The darkest of fairy tales is written
About the Creator
Matt B.
He/Him
Life demands creation.
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The Silence That Follows
“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Fiction
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