CLOCKWORK WOUNDS
—time learning how to bruise

Love is not always broken.
Sometimes it is revised.

Minutes abrade what hands once promised.
Hours learn patience.
Time as Violence.

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THE AGREEMENT OF LIGHT
—a brief accord

Grey and gold negotiate; river pauses, holding sky, shadow, breath—one #harmonious moment agrees to exist.

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THE DAY THE SKY REMEMBERED HER
— a waking dream in which love refuses gravity

“Hope is a waking dream.”
Perhaps that’s why the dead don’t leave us—
they relocate into courage.

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HYPOTHERMIC RAPTUS
—when winter practices sorcery

Icicled twilight leaves me #spellbound , rapt, mesmered, febrile, luminous, silent, captive, thawing inwardly.

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I laugh while updating symptoms with romantic handwriting.
Devotion swears innocence; obsession brings footnotes.
Every diagnosis sounds playful until it starts using my voice.
Still—I underline voluntary twice and circle incurable once.

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FROSTLIGHT
—winter in soft ember

#glittering stream bends
pink dawn warms the frozen reeds
snow breathes like soft stars

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TRANSMUTATION
—from pain to light

Sorrow crystallizing into wisdom—auroral transformation blooming from ash, surpassing ruination.

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THIRST
—where desire invents geography

In droughted minds #oasis becomes metaphor refuge desire geometry mirage ethics thirst eternity seeking souls.

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Remembrance develops what forgetting pretends never existed.

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THE ANATOMY OF REMAINING
—a conversation with inheritance

Some inherit estates.
Others inherit syntax, posture, mercy and the long afterlife of silence.

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Behind me, crossings combusted; ahead, vessels consented to ash.
What perished was not affection, but its habitual reenactment.
I chose irrevocability—and called the austerity freedom.

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Pressure systems intensify between what was promised and withheld.
Radar detects no warmth returning to this region.
Clearing begins as memories lose their immediate threat.
Long-term outlook: self-sufficiency, under steadily improving skies.

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INTERSTICE
— where wonder learns its name

#Becoming feels like standing still while quiet bridges assemble themselves inside wonder

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VESTIBULE
— antechamber of the unannounced

Fear announces itself softly.
Stillness can be a grammar of courage.

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THE GREEN THAT NEVER SHOUTED
—kept, not driven

A poem spoken from stillness
From patience, precision, and an inheritance held in restraint
Here, power waits. Memory calibrates time
Care becomes the truest form of motion

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WHAT THE HANDS REFUSE TO RELEASE
—after standing too long with weight

Some weights are visible.
The loneliest ones
teach the body first.

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WHEN THE NIGHT FORGOT MY NAME
—on standing still while time keeps rehearsing

Between past and future,
I learned how standing still
can feel like resistance.

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THE HIDDEN MELODY I INHERITED
—listening past the noise—

Among the chaos lives a hidden melody 🎵
I’ve learned some songs don’t ask to be heard—they ask to be remembered.
I listen for it in pauses, in patience, in the quiet places she still shapes me

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TIDELINE — after with the certainty of tides, still i rise

Rising isn’t my victory—
it’s my memory.
My quiet return
to the strength I thought I lost
but was always waiting beneath the surface.

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THE GOLD I DIDN’T EXPECT — not repair, but revelation

Some fractures aren’t meant to be hidden
Some become the very place where light insists on returning
Tonight’s piece is for the versions of us
that learned to shine after the break

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FRACTURED BRICKS — on the silence a childhood leaves behind

This house was a home once—its walls still keep the warmth of those who made it so. Memory lingers where breath once lived and the silence carries more truth than sound ever did

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MOTION THEORY —when particles remember what we forget

Even stillness moves—
too softly for certainty to notice.
Healing isn’t repair;
it’s motion remembering its rhythm.

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MICROCOSM —even the smallest life learns how to endure

We talk about grand heartbreaks and epic grief,
but the truth is
even tiny lives learn how to lose gently.

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WHAT REMAINS — when the vivid part is gone

Like dying flowers in a vase
we don’t stop being—
we simply soften.

Not every ending is collapse.
Some endings are just
quieter forms of staying.

There is beauty
in what remains
after the color leaves.

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ORBIT — silence between light and thought

Every light is born from a pause between knowing and surrender.

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CONDUCTION — what lingers after the spark

Like the last Autumn leaf, I cling
to what still hums after loss unplugs itself.
Even grief obeys physics — it never ends, it only changes form.

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CONSTELLATE —on finding grace in being unseen

Sometimes the sky forgets to name you —
but you still shine, quietly,
in the corners no telescope remembers.

Maybe that’s where real light lives.

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UNKNOWING — the kiss between self and shadow

Sometimes it’s not wisdom that survives,
but the silence that teaches more than certainty?

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LANTERN— a word rehearsing its own survival

A #script is not just written,
it breathes where silence forgets.

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WARDLIGHT —a voice at the edge of rooms

—no names, just the ward’s hum and the script grief leaves behind.

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