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The Neural Pathways...The Neural Pathways Inside My SkullThe Neural Pathways...
The neural pathways inside my skull have no mouths. When I want them to explain why they are thus, they decline.
The neural pathways inside my skull have no ears. If I ask them to behave differently, they decline.
We are at odds, the neural pathways inside my skull and I.
When the neural pathways inside my skull decide to lead me down the garden path and off a short pier, I follow, because they are inside my skull and refuse to listen to reason.
If the neural pathways inside my skull would rather I do nothing, instead of
by ~khay
Please Stay---I pluck them like a loose thread from a swirl of noisy static: a tentative thread of words delicately bonded each to the next and coaxed from the bleeding incision in my tongue.Please Stay---
Each word would if given the chance escape in silent flight to rejoin the solitary stars splashed across the purple sky but with a plea and the barest touch I spin a snare from strands of sugar and with each ensnared and willful word I try to weave my tale before the threads snap and release my voice into the splinters they would rather be.
I whisper to each by name, by shape, some only by their blurred outline, and ask them to stay just a li
by ~khay
In MemoriamWith the settling of the dust came the scavengers, picking through the bones of the fallen sentries that had spent their lives watching those who passed by, far below, and who had so carefully guarded what was theirs.In Memoriam
But the ones who had loved the guardians and called them family, these came too. They stepped carefully through what had been a battlefield, searching for the fallen souls with whom they had passed many afternoons, sitting together in amiable silence.
These mourners who came to perform the harsh practicalities of burial rites nevertheless watched for any who might still be saved: nursed car
by ~khay
High Pressure SodiumPhosphor-gold and glowing Emerging like a string of beads from the cloud lying thick upon them Removed from setting and detail, they put on a cloak of awareness borrowed from the fog, and stand, still and silent Paying respect to the procession of lanterns that wends by unhurried at their feet.High Pressure Sodium
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