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Jul 20, 2025
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Old man, you surface seldom.
Then you come in with the tide’s coming
When seas wash cold, foam-
Capped: white hair, white beard, far-flung, A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves Crest and trough. Miles long
Extend the radial sheaves Of your spread hair, in which wrinkling skeins Knotted, caught, survives
The old myth of origins Unimaginable. You float near As keeled ice-mountains
Of the north, to be steered clear Of, not fathomed. All obscurity Starts with a danger:
Your dangers are many. I Cannot look much but your form suffers Some strange injury
And seems to die: so vapors Ravel to clearness on the dawn sea. The muddy rumors
Of your burial move me To half-believe: your reappearance Proves rumors shallow,
For the archaic trenched lines Of your grained face shed time in runnels: Ages beat like rains
On the unbeaten channels Of the ocean. Such sage humor and Durance are whirlpools
To make away with the ground- Work of the earth and the sky’s ridgepole. Waist down, you may wind
One labyrinthine tangle To root deep among knuckles, shin- bones, Skulls. Inscrutable,
Below shoulders not once Seen by any man who kept his head, You defy questions;
You defy godhood. I walk dry on your kingdom’s border Exiled to no good.
Your shelled bed I remember. Father, this thick air is murderous. I would breathe water.
Capped: white hair, white beard, far-flung, A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves Crest and trough. Miles long
Extend the radial sheaves Of your spread hair, in which wrinkling skeins Knotted, caught, survives
The old myth of origins Unimaginable. You float near As keeled ice-mountains
Of the north, to be steered clear Of, not fathomed. All obscurity Starts with a danger:
Your dangers are many. I Cannot look much but your form suffers Some strange injury
And seems to die: so vapors Ravel to clearness on the dawn sea. The muddy rumors
Of your burial move me To half-believe: your reappearance Proves rumors shallow,
For the archaic trenched lines Of your grained face shed time in runnels: Ages beat like rains
On the unbeaten channels Of the ocean. Such sage humor and Durance are whirlpools
To make away with the ground- Work of the earth and the sky’s ridgepole. Waist down, you may wind
One labyrinthine tangle To root deep among knuckles, shin- bones, Skulls. Inscrutable,
Below shoulders not once Seen by any man who kept his head, You defy questions;
You defy godhood. I walk dry on your kingdom’s border Exiled to no good.
Your shelled bed I remember. Father, this thick air is murderous. I would breathe water.
Feb 11, 2025
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📃the world is turning
yet i remain
i remain as i always have
for i am pieces of myself, searching for the whole i am growing too big for my own skin twisting and turning breaking and bending myself in the process of it all
accepting a change that doesn't yet know who i am
-moncherimaggot
for i am pieces of myself, searching for the whole i am growing too big for my own skin twisting and turning breaking and bending myself in the process of it all
accepting a change that doesn't yet know who i am
-moncherimaggot
Jan 4, 2025
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