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Lichen that

The thought-train fumbles, derailed by the heavy, rusted links of a Monday in March. I am a dog pacing a worn groove in the dirt. ​The world is a dull transmission: the plastic shimmer of rain-slicked coats, the static hum of a vacuum in the hall, the wind chewing at the glass. The mind is a leashed thing, running until the rope snaps taut. ​The light is moving on. That sun-turning hunger, that golden itch has finally paled to charcoal, slinking, quiet and belly-low, into the long, baleful shade of the run.

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The Paradox of Choice

We deny the light
to name the dark,
then stake our lives
upon the spark.
To claim no truth
is still a creed,
a hollow trap
of our own need.

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Thank you:)

the long
death cuddle
​the earth
pulling
the light
into its
velvet ribs

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The walls we build are not made of stone, But silence, held within the heart. A gentle touch can feel the crack alone, And pull the cage of pride apart.

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The mind is a mirror that dreams of the light, shaping a world from the centre of night. ​What becomes truth if the dreamer should wake? The glass of the cosmos is ready to break. Look at the pieces they shimmer and gleam, the mind starts the labour to mirror the dream.

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Thank you so much :)

For every mile
you wander wrong
The journey home
is twice as long

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Thank you so much Sophie!
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Thank you Suse:)

The sun rises for it has no choice, And tea goes cold without a care. I shout a question with a human voice, Into the deaf and empty air. ​The mountain sits, aloof to the climb, The boulder rolls, repeating its song. I mock the cold arithmetic of time, And keep on walking, where I don't belong. No script to tell us where to stand, No final act to tie the knot. I hold a palm of shifting sand, And love all that I have not.

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Thank you:)
Indeed it was!

The path unwritten.
​The weight lifts
unburdened by reason,
because there is none.
​I am here,
in the pull of the earth,
the sudden cold of the wind,
and that is enough.

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Hehe...

Spicy:)

The world retracts, a narrowing frame, Where sound dissolves, and fades the name. Only the heat, the pulse, the pace, The rising desire on your face. ​A brush of warmth, a caught refrain, Like wildfire sparked in windowpane. The sharpest point, the sweetest start, The quiet bruising of a heart. ​It is the hum, the held-in breath, Defying time, defying death; A language spoken skin to skin, Where ending meets the place we begin.

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The stare is a spill into the unmade. A horizon hooked in the iris, pulling past brick and bone. I don’t see the wall, I see the gray space behind it, where the echoes finally run out of breath.

Hot Potato Poetry Challenge ✍️

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Your prompt is "amity"

Change it to a new one and pass it on!
"Quote post" to keep the chain going :)

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Thank you:)

The open hand
holds nothing,
and so it holds
the world.
​No path is set.
Walk where you will,
the horizon is a gift
with no strings.

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Hot Potato Poetry Challenge ✍️

Open palm holds all
No path traced upon the dust
Everywhere is home

@annemorrigan.bsky.social
Your prompt is "effort"

Change it to a new one and pass it on!
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Amazing...so incredibly kind Sophie:)

The glass is a lie the reflection is real, the hand an idea that the nerves only feel. ​A mountain of thought a river of mind, the seeker is all that the seeker can find. ​Nothing is solid nothing is cast, the dream is the first and the dream is the last.

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A rose, by any other nominalism :)

Sophie, thank you!!

Oh my...
Thank you so much my friend!

Ink on the page,
A name for the cold wind.
The wind does not know.

​The rose is a sound,
A breath trapped in a word.
The red is a silence.

​Only the stone stays,
Hard and without a title,
In the nameless light.

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The world is not a cold and heavy weight But light reflecting on a conscious shore A dream that we collectively create Where thought is both the key and open door ​The mountain stands because the soul perceives A shadow mirrored in the waking eye The only truth the quiet spirit weaves Is that the spark within creates the sky

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Thank you Lori:)

Thank you my friend!