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Welcome to Lost in Mist: A Collection of Outrageous Magical Objects [fusing together the poetic, memetic, and programming senses of ‘objects’] !💥 !💥 ! This is your world and also our world, beautiful, incredible, tragic, ever-evolving, ordinary and yet transcendent, where every moment is an opportunity to make your mark on the canvas of existence.
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Midnight
Solitude Finally a brief peace Silence Moonlight Dreams of night, the mind travels Reconnecting to self Darkness Breathe ^*^ calm the waves Sleep The morning brings new knowledge, new deeds Midnight
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The poetry of the forest
The poetry of the forest Rains solace on the lonely Their skins have grown thick, though They barely feel it Each individual leaf The pooling waters & streams (if you’re lucky) They speak in many voices Many tongues Many identities
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The Scene
The scenewent southunder the weight– of it’s own pretensions Talking sideways over –– the competition –A front in the war of secretsWas openedOr reopened Take pains to never showNo true faces nor true feelings
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entwine well moon
disassemble your parts what are you in there the jenga tower of nervy pieces chain reaction machine partly flow the spores the drifting wind of tone there is no time in place unscrew the hunger No answer. Just the ringing empty of the thanatoic sandworms piling on the sweaters against the cold of nothing there…
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Obfuscated Prose
At the center of this cluster was a jabberwock spewing nonsensical portmanteaus and an occasional funny idea in the abstract. Postfixtion, sylvan skreekers, replaceable faces, automation facsimile, ruinous word, and artfully destroyed among them. The mutations of the mu biota in the sector spread mostly imperceptibly, since they bounce from the execution queue of non-compiling…
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Two Poems
as my mood improves so my verse decays perhaps the time is now here to broaden the spectrum write on the world instead of my own small concerns . . . how many ways does the sun shine one drop of water or snow on crystalline veins of green winter leaves the simple needs of…
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