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<name>Vane Vander</name>
<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
</author>
<entry>
<title>Birdgazing</title>
<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/b/birdgazing.txt" />
<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/b/birdgazing.txt</id>
<published>2022-04-09</published>
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<pre>
I locked eyes with a robin this morning,
sitting outside my bedroom window
perched on one of the branches of the bush
that was once a tree, cut down in fear, still adamant to grow.
I thought of you, helpless in bed, maybe snoring,
maybe silent as a hush,
and how I wished I could be there
to your exhausted body take care.
For I gave you everything I had to give
for you to claim your future back
under one condition: that, at the end, you live.
You burnt every candle down,
dissolved every bathtime bomb,
spent every rainy day stash
I had,
even accepted my blood.
I wish
it hadn't taken this
for you to finally accept
you were the Equinox,
the harbinger of balance,
all along.
When I'm with you,
I feel like I've been born anew.
My mistakes no longer imposing weight,
the past's pain
all washed away.
Or about to be reborn,
invalid, palliate,
you gently taking care of me
until arrives my death date.
Your touch is so tender, my love,
healing, magic, sunlight.
You know I'd do anything for you.
So let me nurse you back to life.
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</article>]]>
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>Clocktower Blitz</title>
<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/c/clocktower.txt" />
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</summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>The Female Urge To...</title>
<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/f/female-urge.txt" />
<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/f/female-urge.txt</id>
<published>2022-03-11</published>
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<pre>
If I was the one most despised,
then why
was I
the one that survived?
Why did my siblings deign,
seeing death was imminent
and Chronos would get his way
to remake the world in his image,
decide
that the one who also destroys
and has never for a single moment known love
be the one who the divine
genocide
survived?
Which one of my siblings looked at me and thought
that what the infant world needed was destruction's favorite god?
Who spun their ceasing gaze
towards my way
and blessed me human so I Chronos forgot?
It's a gaze I've come
to become
familiar with,
this insistence
that I'm not a burden,
that I'm not by presence hurting,
that to keep breathing I don't have to earn.
But no matter how many times I fish for my mother's pity,
I can't bring myself to, when her mouth makes the sound
that I'm a blessing to all those around,
her strained declaration believe.
"But if you knew
all that I've put people through,
would you
still feel the same?"
Sharpened by heartache,
tempered by pain,
forged in despair,
I, bond-breaking blade?
*Whatever you did is dead and gone
and in so many worlds away.
There are enough armchair Christs.
Stop self-inflicting pain.*
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Birdgazing
2022-04-09
***
I locked eyes with a robin this morning,
sitting outside my bedroom window
perched on one of the branches of the bush
that was once a tree, cut down in fear, still adamant to grow.
I thought of you, helpless in bed, maybe snoring,
maybe silent as a hush,
and how I wished I could be there
to your exhausted body take care.
For I gave you everything I had to give
for you to claim your future back
under one condition: that, at the end, you live.
You burnt every candle down,
dissolved every bathtime bomb,
spent every rainy day stash
I had,
even accepted my blood.
I wish
it hadn't taken this
for you to finally accept
you were the Equinox,
the harbinger of balance,
all along.
When I'm with you,
I feel like I've been born anew.
My mistakes no longer imposing weight,
the past's pain
all washed away.
Or about to be reborn,
invalid, palliate,
you gently taking care of me
until arrives my death date.
Your touch is so tender, my love,
healing, magic, sunlight.
You know I'd do anything for you.
So let me nurse you back to life.
***
CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

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│   └── <a href="./a/dang-trees.txt">dang-trees.txt</a><br>
├── <a href="./b/">b</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./b/better-version.txt">better-version.txt</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./b/birdgazing.txt">birdgazing.txt</a><br>
│   └── <a href="./b/blizzard-girl.txt">blizzard-girl.txt</a><br>
├── <a href="./c/">c</a><br>
│   ├── <a href="./c/carmine.txt">carmine.txt</a><br>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; └── <a href="./w/wme.txt">wme.txt</a><br>
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