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Piers, the nimbic embodiment of all that there is, right now. New Romanticism in the air. Nocturne. It’s what clouds eat for breakfast. Advertisements
Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.
If I were a kite, and you a cloud, I’d milk wind for a stolen kiss.
I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.
At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.
Hell, according to Sartre, is other people. When I arrived, god knows where, silence, dust, clouds, a time-scarred sign and not a soul anywhere to be found, I began, in earnest, and jest, to wonder if Sartre was right, heaven, … Continue reading
The house, the chair, the vintage attire, the cloud-pastried sky with no limits, time and again she projected herself into someone else’s life, their memories and reality, and saw herself reflected as if a happy mannequin behind lucent glass.
Anne, lovely disturbed Anne, pinned by gravity, and bedded to cobbles, cherishing the vagrant destiny of clouds, and calming distance.
Clouds, how we graze upon the incalculable breadth of God, storm watch notwithstanding.
In the beginning, there were no words.