1 Name: Anonymous : 2018-01-07 05:36

Close to my heart swim Raven and Ibis, and Rat and Snake dance as Turtle wanders onward. I cave inward on myself, become nothing and collapse. Suddenly aware of my loneliness, I reach for the first rung of the ladder and ascend slowly. The midnight air is cold, but ice does not feel cold, so neither do I. Behind me extends the familiar Turtle Island, and ahead, a gulf, two seas, an incomprehensible ocean⸺ Without language, the Feeling says,"Listen." Beyond the roar of 66th St, the cabbage palms whisper, the Gulf gives her sermon, the midnight spirits listen intently...

2 Name: Anonymous : 2018-01-13 09:54

Turbulent being's heart
paralyzed, cold his organism
having time
dissolved or rotten.

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