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I Am Santo

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The eagerness is to protect; track and kill whichever threat crosses any pane. Wild eyes search hungrily, expectantly, and the days saunter past the hunt with a brand of tremulous rhythm misspent on correction. Let them be free, one wonders? Windows cast like a lightbox, and stares flex against intrusion, animal instincts a strike away […]

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“Isn’t it just the damnedest thing?” he asked in a cracking voice gruff with tobacco and experience. “It’ll carry you, transport you from here to another place and from there, another and another.” I nodded, hot sun playing at the corners of my eyes. He smiled crooked, lips curled somewhere in the middle of rumination. […]

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Tranquil horizons melt under gray turmoil, and verdant lands stretch, yawning, to recharge under inclement rolls of curdled breath. Dusk silenced by the kettledrum calls of approaching fervor, the gasp of saffron light conducts leaves to open, legs to spread for the welcoming flood. Storms exact quivering lips, tensed thighs, great exhales from starved lands […]

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Unfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than these trapped heavens, but blood inevitably slows, heat leaving […]

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Red petals extend into night, air illuminated by industry. Steady hands failing to inherit the beauty of such nature honestly, though so tiny in comparison to the solid reach into cloud mist, angled precision slight with human success. Appreciated beauty at the answer of each inquiry, petals spread, flora inviting. Sinking reflection awards little, robbing […]

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Potential’s Fall

Cracked, spent seed, delinquent potential fallen to decay, a future of roots dismissed by errant dispatch. Growth is promise. Everything begins with the blessings of blue sky and radiant hope, youth dissolving into distant wishes for rich soil, fertile grip, tenacious attraction and the destiny of transformation into something greater. Evolution is a winner’s game, […]

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Thirteen and a half hours of light beat patents and now our evenings bathe in soft glow, endless words floating through convex purity and leaping across synapses as if filaments aflame with ideas. Captured essence, lightning quick in strikes that flare and burn in glass houses, we lie awake under their gleam, windows transformed to […]

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There’s no science or measure to this art, only a simple tool threading together words as woven sentences, the paragraph trapping warmth and burning hours in captive bliss. No hammer strike, rule of measure, sawed pieces or precision of note, but the discordant noise of a thousand bodiless voices clamoring for refuge in ink-stained pulp. […]

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