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[?]Michelle » 🌐
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

Dressed in
This flesh,
Our bones
Know the
Meaning
Of patience.

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    [?]Michelle » 🌐
    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

    Never apologize
    For setting fire.
    It is a consequence
    Of bleeding stars.

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      [?]Michelle » 🌐
      @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

      There is
      A swarm
      Of bees
      In my chest
      That I call
      Anger,
      And if I open
      My mouth
      They’ll come
      Out in droves
      And blacken
      The sky.

        [?]Michelle » 🌐
        @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

        Our lives
        Like plum
        Blossoms
        Blooming and
        Fluttering
        Into oblivion.
        I should have
        Said no more
        Often.

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          [?]Michelle » 🌐
          @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

          We all find
          A way to
          Turn ache
          Into art.
          Just look
          At what
          Stars can do
          When they’re
          Given a heart.

            [?]Michelle » 🌐
            @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

            We leave
            Some of our
            Light inside
            Everyone we touch.
            Luminous beings
            In the breach
            Between dreams.

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              [?]Michelle » 🌐
              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

              You are
              Not without
              Hope:
              You are
              Strong
              Enough to
              Carry your
              Heart.

                [?]Michelle » 🌐
                @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                I’d break
                The bones
                Of tyrant time
                Just to hear
                A fraction
                Of your laughter
                Again.

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                  [?]OCTADE » 🌐
                  @octade@soc.octade.net

                  https://epe.lac-bac.gc.ca/100/201/300/ygdrasil/pdf/index.html

                  Ygdrasil is the first online literary journal, first published in 1993.

                  You might find the editor on Facebook and at Academia.edu.


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                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                    I never felt
                    So lonely
                    As when
                    I learned
                    Your name

                      [?]AmbientDread » 🌐
                      @ambientdread@toot.io

                      I never confuse
                      A flurry of actions with
                      Productivity

                      - flurry


                        [?]AmbientDread » 🌐
                        @ambientdread@toot.io

                        my lifetime spent on
                        a painful pilgrimage to
                        the next place to sit

                        - pilgrimage





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                          [?]OCTADE » 🌐
                          @octade@soc.octade.net

                          Uncageable

                          From the light of freedom to a concrete tomb,
                          The fall was great and swift.
                          My soul cried out in a mighty boom,
                          How could it come to this?

                          Clamped down, trapped stuck,
                          Paralyzed in a tiny cage.
                          Had fate left me not a drop of luck?
                          Was there reason for this rage?

                          Told to lay down and die,
                          Something deep inside me stirred.
                          I can’t be caged I have to fly!
                          Not yet am I interred.

                          They can take my body, tie me down,
                          It matters not a bit.
                          My spirit still runs wild and free,
                          So in freedom here I sit.

                          ~ Ross Ulbricht
                          Apr 30, 2024

                          It seems his artistic vision finally became reality.

                          sources

                          https://freeross.org/uncageable/

                          https://rossulbricht.substack.com/p/uncageable-poem-and-drawing

                          @poetry@a.gup.pe @poets@a.gup.pe @writers@a.gup.pe @infostorm@a.gup.pe

                          Hand drawn image of a man interred in prison. He is kneeling in his cell between the bunk and desk cabinet, envisioning a scene above his head of a couple holding hands and giving thanks over food and a crowd seated together and a couple in the distance holding hands.

                          Alt...Hand drawn image of a man interred in prison. He is kneeling in his cell between the bunk and desk cabinet, envisioning a scene above his head of a couple holding hands and giving thanks over food and a crowd seated together and a couple in the distance holding hands.