the sky is so low today
i can reach it with my hand
rake the lightning from the clouds
make a crown of electric thorns
the fog is arcane today
i can absorb it with my skin
get gnostic by osmosis
wet in the haar of angel stranding
the sand is so sonant today
i can hear it with my feet
till with toes between the grains
fill to sprig from unheard prayers
and here i am, another day
walking free among the dunes
i’m the arrester and catalyst
time and tide wait for no god
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
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Oooo spicy, me likey.
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Hee hee. Thank you! 😆
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Aha! I found your follow button. I’ll be seeing more of you from now on. I followed you under a few different names 10-15 years ago. But I cannot remember my own names. Sorry.
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We’re so glad to have you back, Keri! Thank you for choosing to read us! 😄
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Magnificent.
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Thank you so much, Rae! 🙏
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Nicely done
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Thank you, Maria! 😄🙏
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Great opening stanza!
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You’re very kind, Bartholomew. Thank you!
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well written
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Thank you, Milena!
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This is fantastic, Tony.
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Thanks so much, Dolly! 😄
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My pleasure, dear.
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I learned a new word from this! That’s doing pretty good.
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We’re all about the new words here, Fred! It’s fun to discover then try to use ’em! Thanks for reading us!
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Wow, you took me on a mystical tour with that one. 🙂
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And to worlds beyond! 😋
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I love the imagery!
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Thank you kindly, Paul! 😄
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