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"By the Mist" by M.A.A.
"Do you understand the nature and terms of your engagement?" It's the soft bark glimmering bit of wet mist making everything so welcoming little things in the bushes, little things with funny ears remind me of the olden years Pouring down the streams, painting the fence in colours unseen with a sign "paradise not asked or hoped for, not waited nor agreed upon..." in the jungle of far-reaching leaves, it all seems like fifteen years of demons have reminded I'm not alone with a judgmental undertone below their all-seeing spirals debates over metaphysics in the corridors of foreign houses there was peace in the escape - and I had to go faster It is now three in the morning, it always is, somehow still following the gravel roads they all lead home and I remember my friends, the moments just before I miss them dearly, and let the emotions come afore A sudden forager's trap, dizzy and lost in the forest a song in my mind, a whole home on the lap of the heart a warming sight, need no other place for a good rest there's an owl signalling the end, for another start, if we may Do you know what you've signed up for? Nothing, you've been stolen for good or did you enlist for the war on transcendence or as a prisoner of its long attendance snap out of a dream of the eternal green shift into the borderlands and here we are paralysed in the reel not to be released from its grasps Can you imagine the flames of these fields in solidarity with summer nights? Who is it to raise the shields, when they come to shut the lights? In the end, they know all about you and they'll let you know who took this soul, then and who died for these sins; no one, not yet.
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"Notches" by S.J. Delaney
The quiet moments that lay between each notch, wondering step by step and falling towards nothing in particular. The quiet moments in between failing towards nothing and particular, each notch, standing like a fence pst and stretching far over the vales and hills. The quiet moments wondering between plans of infinity, awful to see it wondering wordlessly towards itself. Standing with lips clasped shut, feeling the nag in the jaw, and focused on the end, wherever it may be. The telling notch.
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"Waiting" by Vian Borchert
Waiting for the rain to stop so I can go out Waiting for COVID to end so I can go out Waiting for the bell to ring so I can leave school Waiting for the delivery man so I can see my order Waiting for the Weekend so I can relax Waiting for Saturday morning so I can sleep in Waiting for the Summer so I can go on vacation Waiting for the movie release... Waiting, waiting, waiting I spend my life waiting Do you spend your life waiting too?
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