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The more f l u e n t
I become
in the language of my own passions,
<Master of my cause
embodiment of my fascinations
Casting new light on the world
for others to perceive
The more of my efforts I put into
creating myself
and all I love
the more whole
I will be,
Piecing together
a person I admire,
I aspire
to be.
I become
in the language of my own passions,
<Master of my cause
embodiment of my fascinations
Casting new light on the world
for others to perceive
The more of my efforts I put into
creating myself
and all I love
the more whole
I will be,
Piecing together
a person I admire,
I aspire
to be.
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Distantly, a series of flares shot into the sky. Soon answered by another short, but different sequence. The meaning of which Ayoona didn't have the faintest understanding of. But at least it told her that there was at least two search parties out there.
Probably more, as of-course they wouldn't give away the position of all of them to what..who, they were out on a hunt for. While pretty isolationist. Those nahanri weren't stupid, and pretty well known for some small, but highly trained private armies.
"Oh, you just had to go and make things this complicated..." The air pushed out of her throat by a sigh being snatched away by the fierce wi
Literature
Encounter
I came home after a long long time and in the hallway
I bumped into a seventeen year old girl.
I said ‘it’s me’ but she shook her head like
there was water in her ears and salt in her eyes.
I said ‘it’s okay’ but she looked at me blankly.
I said ‘it won’t kill you’ but she hurried past
and turned that dark corner.
In the room I grew up in
I opened a wardrobe and an old friend fell out,
the yearbook photos where we sat side by side
staring the camera down. Arrogant and eagle-eyed.
That year it rained and I wore his jacket
until it smelt like him and me and his hair
and my smile
Literature
Weeds
We are famous amongst the stars
I am sure
This small little blue and greeny brown rock
In the back of some Alien filing cabinet
"Life: yes"
"Intelligence:"
There scribbled in some hyper-advanced red pen
"Still Under Review"
Our Clanging About
So distinctly arrogant
Is surely why we do not receive
Visitors
Proclamations of Superiority
Declarations of Righteousness
Thesis of Aptitude
Rumblings of War
Oh yes
We are very sure of ourselves
As we drool on our pacifiers
Play with the Elements like blocks
And Yet
Something so small
An Organism accidentally released
Sends us cowering to our campfires again
A Fell Wind approaches
All our Bluster
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