Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Month: January, 2017

A Sprinkle of Sugar

“…he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief, or as an adventurer in quest of his treasure.

‘I am an adventurer, looking for treasure,’ he said to himself.”

                                                                                                               —The Alchemist.

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Aftershow

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                                            nothing so certain as rain

Wet Works

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Itself Place

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Crisis in Barren Island

Scars that won’t heal
Pain that cannot absolve
Now

What are you
But an empty crest of
Everything you once were?
Once immaculate, un-clever,
Never mutilated.

Seeking in despair
For sentience
From without—

Blinding lines of lyrics
Taking all your minutes, and
Countless, heart-wrenching
Silver-screen Plots,
Stealing away
All the hours—

Do you remember,
Or do you
Simply fall down low,
Empty
Once again,

When the Show’s over—

Still searching
Voraciously, tears lost—
No hindsights,
For the next wave
Of manufactured emotions?