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poetry/h/haru.txt

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+Haru
+2020-12-08
+
+***
+
+the entirety of the heavens
+all spinning through the darkened sky
+so visible since the lockdown began
+severed from car lamps and street lights
+
+not that it is safe to saunter
+through these shadowy streets alone
+so I barricade myself in the first room I can find
+and watch pedestrians' computer screens glow
+
+an ocean of potential portals to Hell
+retrofitted with keyboards and such
+I can't be the only one responsible for this mess:
+the burden would simply be too much
+
+I scour my inner regions raw in the shower
+to punish myself for feeling
+and then, come blood, curse my land
+not given time for healing
+
+this crimson flower that graces my shoulder
+seeks out the rivers that run in my veins,
+the opening to Yomi that feeds off my pain,
+convinced I won't live long enough to grow older
+
+had I existed a thousand years
+earlier, these fingers might have been
+spent weaving reams of fabric, worked
+to the bone, to the point of tears
+
+but a clock hails above me, ticking down to nil
+if only I had batteries so my purpose I could fulfill
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/h/hoarding.txt

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+Hoarding
+2021-07-14
+
+***
+
+kings are we
+this band of three
+our splendor gleams
+for all to see
+
+and we trek on
+to yonder end
+to greet the babe
+in stable pen
+
+some years with legs
+some years without
+lasered glass
+or wooden cutout
+
+Christmas lights
+in constant prayer
+ceaseless trek
+up wooden stairs
+
+every year
+bodies grow smaller
+featureless
+Holy Mother
+
+to ceramic slivers
+we will all erode
+no more gifts for
+us to bestow
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/h/home.txt

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+You Can't Go Home Again
+2021-07-16
+
+***
+
+"Come summer, there will be as much sun
+as anyone
+could ever want,
+and you will have
+all the time in the world
+to open a book and let the pages unfurl."
+
+But I doubt summer will ever come,
+for the winds tug at my hair,
+and the rain waits for no one,
+and I have now lost more than a year
+to someone else's mistake,
+to a whole lot of someone elses' fear.
+
+Can I fight against my nature?
+Can I resign myself to torture
+self-baden, self-scarred,
+severed by far
+from the home
+that is myth,
+that was never my own?
+
+I carry within this body an unspeakable name
+pointing to where lies eternal spring,
+where I could never return
+having earned
+failure's shame
+and the enmity
+of the deity
+I only ever yearned
+to be friends with.
+Only in these books
+can I unfurl my wings,
+can I step once more
+in that town I long forsook.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander