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Lockstep - Poem

You've spent so long fighting, you can't recognise someone lockstep beside you

You can only assume they're the shadow of your next adversary

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Echo - Poem

I believe our greatest trait is adaptability to strange times

This world is now so far removed from stone, water and fire

Yet we flourish, thrive and achieve the impossible and again

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Still Life - Poem

This is still life. High contrast.

It is hubris to search for secrets not worth knowing

or to attempt in conquering timeless force

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Well Fed - Poem

Shadows on the wall

Feeding

Well fed

Process // Over // Process \\ Over \\ Product

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Stained

A sense of community around gradual property damage.

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You Don't Belong Here: A Response to 'NaissanceE'

Far back in history, we built great machines. Boulevards, towers, and factories to pull humanity from the dirt and lift it to the stars. Gradually at first, but then faster and faster, accelerating to the point of whiplash. The body broke while progress continued onward. Always better, always further.

And this is the world you stand in now. A world built for you.

But one you do not belong in.

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You're a Bad Liar: A Response to 'Dead Man's Letters'

“All preventable, all foreseen, yet perhaps all inevitable.”

Something different for me: I’ve written a piece musing on themes taken from the film ‘Dead Man’s Letters’. A 1986 Soviet post-apocalyptic drama directed by Konstantin Lopushansky.

We often look to children as beacons of innocence and, against our best interests, ignorance. Believing that they can’t possibly understand the world and have yet to learn their place in it. Are we wrong?

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Sep 2019 Rhath Sep 2019 Rhath

Once Organic Stone

Lining the walls hung the skulls of creatures long forgotten, their gaze meeting mine.

I recognized some, silhouettes that traced a line to memories of photographs that I marveled at as a child. Others could very well be other worldly in their origin, their shapes giving little hint to function or behaviour.

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Sep 2019 Rhath Sep 2019 Rhath

Storming the Palace

Mighty beasts of ancient stature stalk the halls, their forms comprised of designs ever fluctuating.

By the light of one room the bust of a lion may perch upon the carapace of a crustacean born from the depths.

Yet by the glow of a dying candle may glint fangs of a wolf protruding from the bulk of a boar.

Only the eyes would suggest these creatures were one in the same.

Dark voids ever famished.

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