Rivers - Blog Posts
Oct 9: Mc combo ✨
welcome to the island. I'm very glad that they were added (≧∇≦)/
mortal eye
This mortal eye scratched like vinyl and popping like sun burst skies the bow of hands to chattering rain a soothing river to the front all the way to the dry back garden the people at rest in the alcove blackened with text are the walls and the nooks those patches of wisdom in these sorts of houses we talk in swift and unmistakable looks and the dead body language of rhythm All in all it's what must be done to feel warm or failing that, at least reborn back to a trusting age there's the myth about time having talons and we are all bound by something so vast that cues nature's stage
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I think we’re all broken,
you whisper to the dark shimmering water lapping against the hull.
I can see our reflections—
You, halved in white and
Me, fading to black like an old film reel.
Broken how?
I don’t really need you to answer, not really. We’re cursed,
I know and you know, too, so you just laugh.
Even that sounds like shattering glass.
What is it about stars and streetlights and silent European nights
that tear us open to the core?
Cursed, you whisper,
And suddenly thousands of years worth of history and ghosts and
fiends are clamouring for release beneath
The liquid obsidian rocking the boat.
Cursed, I whisper, but remind me:
Aren’t curses simply blessings from below?
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— Cruise on the Danube (y.c.)
