the holy Way,
endless breast where every twin must meet or pass with one cold kiss
to that bitten, black on white incision preceding the unspooling decision.
The lunatic moon's a dangerous perfectionist in her every golden fraying,
softly flaking, tearing silvery pages from the weeks of her waning diary,
swelling toward a spring remembered on the other side of a dead nerve.
in the breath
on a white as
the deceits of
opposites as a
fractals of chaos.
Choose, and know on your back
you wear the wind that never blinks.
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Fireblossom produces a mysterious anonymous word list from her secret sources, and asks us to write to its promptings. I don't often do this, but had a difficult bear of a poem that seemed to need some surgical insertions, so gave it a fling. Many thanks to FB and her always creative source, who shall be nameless. You can find the word list at the link above.
Header Image: Finale(Sonata of the Sun) by Mikalojus Ciurlionis, 1907
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Footer Image: Crusade, by Albrecht Altdorfer
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