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Tag Archives: ghosts
Habitat
Behind the ghosts further ghosts calling. Possession by layered turns and takes evincing quantum roles through which we inhabit.
Enclosure
In the longaching aria and grain of Memory, its mortuary and refrain, the gauzy calling of ghosts— Follow our bodiless drift and want, they monotone in lo-fi chorus— Enclosure, by softly rounded turns, resetting your edited self to sync … Continue reading
Residual
Memory aligning spectral residue and gauzy embers, slow-drifting motes and emissaries of Time’s passage, moving from nowhere to nowhere, and swallowing whole worlds in the process.
Pulse
Behind the ghosts, further ghosts. Lives carry on, infinitely layered and bottomless. There is no stopping or stopped. Home, placeless in its capacity to hold space wherever one goes, between pauses, to become.
Distribution
Engraved in the paranthetical shadows of intensely subjective cinema, I cited myself, watching myself, submerged in a pooling coven of ghosts whose bluest breath of want revived me in fleeting doses. I knew that if I kept watching I would … Continue reading
Wraith
Memory as spectral residue and gauzy motes slow-drifting as evidence and proof of Time’s passage moving from nowhere to nowhere and in the process swallowing lives whole.
Archive
Memory, eulogies birthed in reverse, séance syncing soundly the cinema of ghosts with real-time revivals rounding to fade.
Now Playing
In the bluest breath of want we are ghosts haunting our own lives possessed by the mutable shadows of cinema.
Flicker
In the longaching cinema of memory, the gauzy calling and want of ghosts, exponentially the veiled sum of fading and pulse.
As if Ghosts
She, as in ghosts, as in white-hot incubi with a seductive glassy not there stare, it bewitches and allures, bears melancholy freighted with scraped knees and mirror shards. There is a lucid unblinking poise, calculated reserve composed of crystal and … Continue reading
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Tagged aria, Desire, ghosts, melancholy, poem, Prose, silence
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