2024-05-09

poetry/a/alte.txt

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+Alte
+2024-04-23
+
+***
+
+So long, my old computer.
+We hardly knew each other,
+and those that we shared were some of the worst of my days.
+While you were in my grasp
+I somehow managed to lose track
+of my sense of self,
+sell
+it to a stranger
+who first felt my chaotic blood, Judas, prime betrayer.
+
+Goodbye, you old piece of shit,
+even though you were the newest
+apart from my desktop that I bought in hopes of work.
+Funny how the decade-old
+laptops bitter, short, and slow
+have lasted longer than you did despite bearing far more hurt.
+I'll have to spend a few days just to bleed
+from the ego pain
+of knowing a way
+to repair is out of reach.
+
+Rest in piss
+in the salvage bin
+or the back of my closet, never used again.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/index.mu

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 `F908`_`[Abortion II`:/page/poetry/a/abortion2.txt]`_`f
 `F908`_`[Abortion III`:/page/poetry/a/abortion3.txt]`_`f
 `F908`_`[ADAMANTINE'S MANDATE`:/page/poetry/a/adamantines_mandate.txt]`_`f
+`F908`_`[Alte`:/page/poetry/a/alte.txt]`_`f
 
 >> B
 `F908`_`[Better Version`:/page/poetry/b/better-version.txt]`_`f
@@ -102,6 +103,8 @@
 `F908`_`[Library Prompt I`:/page/poetry/l/library1.txt]`_`f
 `F908`_`[Library Prompt II`:/page/poetry/l/library2.txt]`_`f
 `F908`_`[Library Prompt III`:/page/poetry/l/library3.txt]`_`f
+`F908`_`[Library Prompt IV`:/page/poetry/l/library4.txt]`_`f
+`F908`_`[Library Prompt V`:/page/poetry/l/library5.txt]`_`f
 
 >> M
 `F908`_`[Melia`:/page/poetry/m/melia.txt]`_`f

poetry/l/library4.txt

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+Library Prompt IV
+2024-04-21
+
+***
+
+I accost my friend under endless starry sky.
+"Hey, Nameless? What if we threw you a party
+to find a new name which we can call you by?"
+He glares with eyes half-closed: sorrowful, most likely,
+although I know he'll never expose his feelings true.
+"I must refuse. I know I was once called by name.
+If you renamed me, I'd never be able to exhume
+what was once written but now carefully erased."
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/library5.txt

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+Library Prompt V
+2024-04-22
+
+***
+
+Under occlusive skies better left unnamed
+I toss and turn in bed, wracked with the pain
+of reminder that elsewhere in the state
+someone still towards me holds illest will,
+thinks less of their memory of me
+than perfection's divinity.
+I try
+to remind
+myself less as a salve
+than a desperate attempt to keep myself calm:
+the body takes seven years to recycle its cells,
+meaning no part of me experienced their hell
+and for what I did am no longer responsible;
+when I left, I made the cleanest break possible,
+and if they haven't changed that yet I doubt they ever will.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander