

Une Saison En EnferI felt her. I let her flow through me like water in a colander. Up to my ankles in the stream, my toes buried in a sandy alloy well, for a minute, Mother Nature was mine. Rather, we were one in the same. I was as much part of the breeze that ruffled my hair as she saw through my very eyes. The whippoorwill cooed in rhythm with my beating heart.Une Saison En Enfer
And then I woke up.
Winter addressed me tentatively, as if to test my will. Gradually the cold did come, intermittently taking bold and bitter strides in my very direction. My body crawled inside itself, as if to find solace there. There was none; my soul has long since


A Transcendentalist ViewLike water through a colander, Mother Nature flowed freely Her sinuous limbs, Swaddled me, her creation The most perpetual of embracesA Transcendentalist View
Like the loss of a lover, Mother Nature left quietly Her warming cradle,
Dropped me, her forgotten The most frightening of falls
And like the familiarity of a vice, I crawled inside myself Winter's bitter hand, Pushed me, the old soul The most hollow of solaces
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~...welcome all to curtain call...~
look at you standing it the light, its almost like you've blossomed from it.
Erase and rewrite The pointless ultra-fantasy Revive The unforgettable sense of being
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~...welcome all to curtain call...~
look at you standing it the light, its almost like you've blossomed from it.
Erase and rewrite The pointless ultra-fantasy Revive The unforgettable sense of being
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