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in the darkness it shone

white and ghostly

swaying as if suspended on a stalk

its roots deep in the nebula

invisible moorings

sapping light

 

Art: Odilon Redon, Strange Flower (Little Sister of the Poor), 1880

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It was quiet on the day the door closed.

The morning rose grey and still. There was no sound, as if the wind lost its voice. The sky was gone, replaced by clouds that obliterated shapes and stifled all sound.There was no need to get up. Suddenly there was no need to struggle, no need to live.

Yet life was all there was.

Even the silence breathed.

But you had to be dead to hear it.

Or alive enough.

 

 

IT MAY BE THAT, IT MAY BE THIS

A NOTION, EMOTION

A MENTAL CONTORTION

WITH MEANING OR WITH NONE

A TALE IS WOVEN

AN IMAGE SPUN

TOO LATE TO BLOT

TOO SOON TO DIS

ALL THAT IS LEFT IS TO DESIST…

 

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Art: Silence, Odilon Redon

 

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Night encroaches

Dreamless state of terror

Voided sleep

Black on black

Fear appearing in the dark

Night encroaches

Soul departs

What remains

Has no right

To be

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Art: Odilon Redon