i've grown still.
but, inertia shifts;
so then, too, shall i.
cataracts,
(distraction's glammar)
fall away as scales.
woody veins,
depending skyward,
wave capillaries.
sleeping trees,
the back of my hand:
holy autographs.
on my lambasting by dinosaurs... by haijinik, literature
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on my lambasting by dinosaurs...
donder and bliksem;
fluffer-nutter, tweeter-butt.
my ladies, my canaries.
"tweet!" they say. "twee-tweet!"
followed by flurried warbles;
dinosaurs are so bossy...
what's 33 years between friends? by haijinik, literature
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what's 33 years between friends?
this is a new age.
dare i say the 'post truth' age,
marked by 'alternative facts'?
but, it was foretold:
spake the wizened st. orwell,
quote, 'two plus two equals five.'
worlds. worlds upon worlds.
intrigue, artifice and death;
demons, angels and rebirth.
truth and illusion,
so twined difference matters not...
i have bookmarks in five books...
we're made of star-stuff.
every thing in existence
is built from the hearts of stars.
we're chao's spawn.
sired and mared by opposites,
each of us a chimera.
blasted polaris!
prime mover and damned symbol,
your pulsed light is my soul's bane.
i have failed my watch;
olathoë is long fallen...
i, star-crossed to know it's fate.
in the throng last night
i saw that lank, cowled figure
with his darkling pallad glow.
how long has it been?
perhaps more than a decade?
and now this augur's returned?
in one corpse-like hand,
held high aloft, his lantern.
the other bade me hither.
my unvoiced questions:
why have you returned tonight?
what, pray tell, do you portend?
with this he was gone,
his patent answer in his wake;
slim hope fettered by deep doubt.
this grim specter
of the christmases to come:
shadow's trump in my tarot.