january times

we breathe and nod to the suffering the pain the filth the unjust the ugly and we rise above beyond and through it. to a dimension all its own where reality falters and new rules crown perhaps rules there even cease to exist

and we simply do.

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natural breath

layers break like waves shorn away, enticed by the coast revealing the calm beneath brief moments of breath before another surface rises another hidden level touches sunlight until never changing neve

again, please

taken she stumbles glowing ever softly candlelight never to be snuffed out she bows humbly to the chance to relive the dawn

crowning

mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu