Coursing

[RareForm]

Coursing through my veins all the time; trickling, weaving vine overcoming all the will I find. A fit of cactus-breath stings the heart and stings the health, cripple down the elephant grazing out in the nebula, stand there intently to watch us melt. All the grass as grazed is tall when I walk through doors I think I’ve found the smaller stalks and here I’ve been diverted to stay in the upper lows, the downer holes and welting blows, carrion. Shadow leaks around the sides of our shotting down, a captured asteroid, our David’s stone for shielding us, misrepresents and nuclear despicable enacts trash action and here’s a stabling carrot to distract us. Where ‘o where, does the line lead to retraction, and can I please take out your heart and send you back to your manufacturer?

Time will never stand still even in your most treasured, dull, or immovably “timeless” moments. When I throw my voice nothing echoes unless I undress my voice in my head and leave it near the riverbed, acting arbitrarily as a fossilized remuneration of the gift I was given floating deliberately down river’s bend, and I spun a little web of whim. Sleeping as if I’d slept, dreaming as if i’d dreamt, and everything else is someone else’s opinion, as if in someone else’s head. Frantically opposing styles in which I’ve described, I’ll just let this soak in the home of one’s heart.

Nearly once read, Gandhi refused to let his dying wife take penicillin yet he took quinine to save himself.
Let your reprise satisfy your actions. We’re all just lessons to be learned.

 

[ArcsAngles]

i enjoyed reading this

and the following passages were my favorite parts

Shadow leaks around the sides of our shotting down, a captured asteroid, our David’s stone for shielding us,

acting arbitrarily as a fossilized remuneration of the gift I was given floating deliberately down river’s bend, and I spun a little web of whim. Sleeping as if I’d slept, dreaming as if i’d dreamt, and everything else is someone else’s opinion, as if in someone else’s head.

 

[(Wordy)]

Yeah this has some amazing moments, especially:

All the grass as grazed is tall when I walk through doors I think I’ve found the smaller stalks and here I’ve been diverted to stay in the upper lows, the downer holes and welting blows, carrion.

When I throw my voice nothing echoes unless I undress my voice in my head and leave it near the riverbed

Let your reprise satisfy your actions. We’re all just lessons to be learned.

Nice.

 

[realm]

Jesus, beautiful piece. I enjoyed everything about it. Great job man. I'm glad to see you're still writing.

 

[thujone]

great stuff!