New poem: Reynar

blog/2022/may/divide.html

@@ -59,6 +59,7 @@ done
 					<li>fur suit</li>
 					<li>sites like natural spanking</li>
 					<li>fucking dead woman</li>
+					<li>i like killing</li>
 					<li>one night stand stories</li>
 				</ul>
 				<p>The results of my research were... disheartening, to say the least.</p>

feed.ass

@@ -1,5 +1,6 @@
 # MayVaneDay ASS (https://tilde.town/~dzwdz/ass/) feed
 
+2022-05-26	https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/r/reynar.txt	Reynar
 2022-05-25	https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/u/under-my-fingernails.txt	Under My Fingernails
 2022-05-24	https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/g/gradation.txt	Gradation
 2022-05-21	https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/g/grey.txt	The Grey

feed.xml

@@ -9,6 +9,51 @@
 		<name>Vane Vander</name>
 		<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
 	</author>
+
+	<entry>
+		<title>Reynar</title>
+		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/r/reynar.txt" />
+		<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/r/reynar.txt</id>
+		<published>2022-05-26</published>
+		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
+<pre>
+The pendulum swings yet again back and forth
+as I ask you the millionth time and one more
+if you still love me, still tolerate
+my existence, are sure towards me
+you hold no sliver of anger or hate.
+Because we've made these vows so many more times,
+but I'm forbidden by my anxiety
+from failing to plan for any contingencies.
+Like I'm my father now,
+I myself with questions hound:
+"Well, now you're twenty-two,
+and I don't want to seem like I'm forcing you
+to come along with me."
+
+Angel numbers meet at midnight's bend.
+"For you, you'll never see me again."
+But Jett, does it work the other way?
+If I ask you to, will you forever stay?
+Will you swear yourself in health and sickness to my lonely side?
+Will you in this new world I am creating reside?
+
+Because, you should know,
+if you willed it,
+I would gladly disappear.
+
+Go, if you must,
+without fear.
+I will be here
+at the end of every day
+to reclaim
+that which was only ever mine.
+</pre>
+</article>]]>
+                </summary>
+        </entry>
+
+
 	<entry>
 		<title>Under My Fingernails</title>
 		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/u/under-my-fingernails.txt" />
@@ -188,72 +233,6 @@ against an ashen gray sky,
 in the first blooms and blossoms
 of my garden in birthing spring:
 if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.
-</pre>
-				</article>]]>
-		</summary>
-	</entry>
-
-	<entry>
-		<title>Tissue Sample</title>
-		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/t/tissue.txt" />
-		<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/t/tissue.txt</id>
-		<published>2022-05-19</published>
-		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
-<pre>
-How do I come to terms
-with the fact that I will die?
-How do I look my mother in the eyes
-and say, "You won't have me
-for that much more time?"
-
-I look in your eyes,
-and I see a flame
-that burns so bright,
-that signals something
-arriving
-just over the horizon.
-
-I expected to be dying by now,
-strength fleeing from my limbs,
-lungs crushed by anxiety
-like the world itself was closing in.
-I got all my homework done early
-in February
-even though graduation was three
-months away, not knowing
-what state I would be in,
-six months from onset
-being the low end.
-But except for the sores that pulse
-in movement's fury and sleeptime's lull,
-I'm just as healthy as ever.
-
-I'm searching my body for every possible sign
-that the end is coming, that looms my demise.
-And I am in pain, I will admit,
-but not nearly enough to classify myself as sick.
-I'm in a science classroom, with scalpel prodding myself.
-Clean up the experiment, jar me up, return me to the shelf
-in tanager's formaldehyde, amber sleep, sanctioned suicide.
-You haven't really died until you've returned to the earth,
-I think, given back the dust in your bones
-to this planet that insists it be your home.
-You haven't really disappeared
-until your body has dispersed so much
-that nobody can point at the ground and say,
-"The person I love now rests here."
-
-This vessel, I hope, will not be preserved
-in a morgue, under a man's care, final horror.
-My body was never ever really mine
-in this life.
-Mother still sometimes cries
-that I'm not a doll anymore,
-won't wear dresses anymore.
-Will she keep me around when my body moves nevermore,
-preserved, plasticized,
-mannequin most lifelike?
-Deny me Velouria's embrace one last time?
 </pre>
 				</article>]]>
 		</summary>

poetry/index.gmi

@@ -115,9 +115,11 @@
 => p/pressed.txt	pressed flower petals
 => p/psa.txt	Public Disservice Announcement
 => p/passer.txt	Passer
+
 ## R
 => r/reakirante.txt	reakirante
 => r/regnant.txt	regnant
+=> r/reynar.txt	Reynar
 => r/rondiro.txt	rondiro de lukso
 => r/rugxa.txt	rugxa kresto
 => r/ridge.txt	The Ridge

poetry/index.gph

@@ -120,6 +120,7 @@ iP
 iR	
 0reakirante	r/reakirante.txt
 0regnant	r/regnant.txt
+0Reynar	r/reynar.txt
 0rondiro de lukso	r/rondiro.txt
 0rugxa kresto	r/rugxa.txt
 0The Ridge	r/ridge.txt

poetry/index.html

@@ -137,6 +137,7 @@
 	├── <a href="./r/">r</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./r/reakirante.txt">reakirante.txt</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./r/regnant.txt">regnant.txt</a><br>
+	│   ├── <a href="./r/reynar.txt">reynar.txt</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./r/ridge.txt">ridge.txt</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./r/rondiro.txt">rondiro.txt</a><br>
 	│   └── <a href="./r/rugxa.txt">rugxa.txt</a><br>
@@ -185,7 +186,7 @@
 	</p>
 	<p>
 
-22 directories, 130 files
+22 directories, 131 files
 	<br><br>
 	</p>
 	<hr>

poetry/r/reynar.txt

@@ -0,0 +1,40 @@
+Reynar
+2022-05-26
+
+***
+
+The pendulum swings yet again back and forth
+as I ask you the millionth time and one more
+if you still love me, still tolerate
+my existence, are sure towards me
+you hold no sliver of anger or hate.
+Because we've made these vows so many more times,
+but I'm forbidden by my anxiety
+from failing to plan for any contingencies.
+Like I'm my father now,
+I myself with questions hound:
+"Well, now you're twenty-two,
+and I don't want to seem like I'm forcing you
+to come along with me."
+
+Angel numbers meet at midnight's bend.
+"For you, you'll never see me again."
+But Jett, does it work the other way?
+If I ask you to, will you forever stay?
+Will you swear yourself in health and sickness to my lonely side?
+Will you in this new world I am creating reside?
+
+Because, you should know,
+if you willed it,
+I would gladly disappear.
+
+Go, if you must,
+without fear.
+I will be here
+at the end of every day
+to reclaim
+that which was only ever mine.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander