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PilgrimA father’s love and safety reappear in dreams and deep rest as Pilgrim, dressed in black polishes his saintly buckle for the long ocean journey.Pilgrim
What comfort does he trade for the hope of this unseen river whose torrents rip and tear and fight like mighty Gabriel for the soul of Greater Persia?
The allure of home dissuades, the safety of heaven compels, and both seem abstract now as he totes his few possessions down the misty quay in Leiden.
by *SitkaReign
Lost in your downy napeBe pitiful to my great woe.--KeatsLost in your downy nape
The unframed photograph on my nightstand and the many pictures I view when I close my eyes are poor substitutes for the visions I see when I run my finger across your shoulder and gather the mass of your locks in my palm. Damn all photos! Pressed to the nose they make no hint of that something something shimmering your downy nape, nor do they hold me like a life ring, nor quake inwardly when language fails to grasp just what is happening here. A picture is worth (only) a thousand words, my dear, so many worthless thing
by *SitkaReign
I think of you where you sleepI think of you where you sleep, tonight reposed in bedding half so warm for its lack of desire. Hurry to your goal and come home quickly! I cannot read my book or fall asleep without the brush of your toes across my leg, without your quiet breathing against the sound of night-time gales howling in the spruce.I think of you where you sleep
by *SitkaReign
A wintery contemplationsitting in the woods on a snowy dayA wintery contemplation
A man enters a snowy forest to cut a tree, to shoot an animal for food. There are no cars here no shopping malls, no battering noise, just trees, and snow, and wind. The wind sweeps snow from the canopy in powdery cascade, he sits listening to something far deeper than what is seen, stronger than what is known. A blacktail deer spills its blood and is no more. A fine old tree—standing dead-- is ripped by a saw without debate, a faceless tree that nobody knew. There is peace in the snowy wo
by *SitkaReign
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To become a human is an art.
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