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StayI beg you – Stay. In this one, Infinitesimal, Chance envelopment.Stay
In you and the moon face, I can be similarly striking, Upon this otherwise
Unending dark.
All the senses heighten and distract, Though none as welcome As this cheek
To your chest.
Yet despite the contoured respite,
And in viscous jealousy,
Time leads to the faint smell
Of cigarettes, ambition, and the hour
And the sweet,
Sickly knowledge that
This will all get much worse Before it gets better. . And after the fall
by *PoetaTriste
Legacyby *PoetaTriste
VacillateKeep hold To that breath No need to cut this stillness yetVacillate
Watch like shadows And fear not the suffocation All will disperse within dark and distance
Be patient as the world cycles
Expands and contracts in repetition And the silent things become effortless
Then let all of it be dismissed As prelude to one deep focused intake Leaving us light headed
Or heed nothing of this pause Release and give each exhale Casually to the wind
by *PoetaTriste
Less SubtleA subtle clink of glassLess Subtle
Brings a yesterday headfirst and awkward Fumbling for space
And holding, sweet and embarrassed, To some winged thing Tinged humility
There could be some shifting If not for the low, nearly indistinguishable Anchor that permeates Well concocted and practiced This wood-like, dense and Manufactured surface
It’s hard held but infested Taking a strained ear and a careful touch To cut a path untraveled or forgotten Within finger tip
But just outside Of comfort and grasping
One object or an
by *PoetaTriste
Summerby *PoetaTriste
Word Play
RecollectI see nicotine like tree rings Over a twenty-five year old photograph Over a twenty-five year old heartache And then the most breathtakingly beautiful face Born from the most breathtakingly beautiful face Crying for his mother Mother Crying Passion of mangled lips that wanted Those knuckles for kissing But also a man who took the couch Then two unwound spirits into his own I look at the missed days Guilty for the clear skies Not taken more eagerly into skin And miss days Where I could walk backwards Skillfully enough on tiptoeRecollect
Then sud
by *PoetaTriste
TwilightFree and unsullied Even Time questions itself here. Confused and envious,Twilight
It lays down its demands And lets fingers, eyes, breaths, take no measure. We have no fear of the day’s coming or setting, And fault it not for passing. We have no care, just yet or no longer, For the moon’s cold sentry.
If only we could stay here, my ambiguous heart. Not in waiting, nor in ending – rest, nor preparation. All of our cravings are at once proud and patient.
This blue, and gold, and crimson - all embracing. But even as we are slipping, Yielding to th
by *PoetaTriste
Less SubtleA subtle clink of glassLess Subtle
Brings a yesterday headfirst and awkward Fumbling for space
And holding, sweet and embarrassed, To some winged thing Tinged humility
There could be some shifting If not for the low, nearly indistinguishable Anchor that permeates Well concocted and practiced This wood-like, dense and Manufactured surface
It’s hard held but infested Taking a strained ear and a careful touch To cut a path untraveled or forgotten Within finger tip
But just outside Of comfort and grasping
One object or an
by *PoetaTriste
VacillateKeep hold To that breath No need to cut this stillness yetVacillate
Watch like shadows And fear not the suffocation All will disperse within dark and distance
Be patient as the world cycles
Expands and contracts in repetition And the silent things become effortless
Then let all of it be dismissed As prelude to one deep focused intake Leaving us light headed
Or heed nothing of this pause Release and give each exhale Casually to the wind
by *PoetaTriste
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"How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress."
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"Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution. It forces us to change our thinking in order to find it."
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-Niels Bohr.
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hehehe
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"How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress."
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"Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution. It forces us to change our thinking in order to find it."
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-Niels Bohr.
aaaaaaaaand I'm done
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"How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress."
---
"Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution. It forces us to change our thinking in order to find it."
---
-Niels Bohr.
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"How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress."
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"Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution. It forces us to change our thinking in order to find it."
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-Niels Bohr.
The final title on the new piece clinched it
excellent all around.
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"How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress."
---
"Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution. It forces us to change our thinking in order to find it."
---
-Niels Bohr.
--
"How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress."
---
"Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution. It forces us to change our thinking in order to find it."
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-Niels Bohr.
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