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Now we grow old
There is a trust in words,
Like a trust in dying.
No one knows if they exist,
But we are taught to see their power.
Power which we chose to give away,
To those more tactical than our young hearts.
Now we grow old, and try to steal power from others.
Given the state of things,
I am tempted to expel our last counsel.
Truth becomes us.
April 20, 2019 at 6:24 am Reply
Citylights and flight
Outside my window,
stands a world
the one which I have to
the one which I yet
have to see,to find,
The wing of my flight,
the beautiful night,
so appealing seem the
the city of stars,
under vagrant white
just two glasses apart
but far below down.
I’m high up in the sky,
far apart from the world,
alone in this vastness,
with no-one to hear.
I understand things,
more than I can’t,
but the only thing
that I don’t know-
is how to land.Aura Holmes
October 22, 2020 at 8:25 am Reply
Trace the blinding lights to the fire,
and realize that the incandescent is opaque.
Hold the heat that melts your substance, and realize that what you are made of does not go away.
Follow the small as it becomes the massive, see how disorder repeats itself.
See how direction is wherever you are looking. Close your eyes and fall.
Sometimes a choice defines you. Choose to define a choice.