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there's too much skyThere is too much sky clasped from horizon to horizon like hands pressed over a cricket in the grass. Clearly I don’t know what to do with it because I’ve written no fewer than ten poems about the clouds.there's too much sky
Clouds like dragons, their stomachs full of fire that they belch into the sky and across the lake, lighting up the dawn in a way entirely unlike fireworks.
Clouds like mice, leaving raindrop-footprints on sidewalks, lightning-tails curling around the mountains, with foggy whiskers showing them the way.
Clouds like sa
flowers on their gravesIls bougeaient ainsi qu’ils ont été pris de dans un boîte à musique. Ils parlaient ainsi qu’ils ont été donné les voix des oiseaux argentés. Ils vivaient ainsi qu’ils ont été nés à briller pour toujours sous le soleil. Ils mouraient ainsi qu’ils ont été appris que les fleurs pousseraient sur leur tombes.flowers on their graves
They moved as though they had been taken from inside a music box. They spoke as though they had been given the voices of silver birds. They lived as though they had be
summer to winterMy natural sense of time is shifted forward too many hours. Everything happens in an offset mess of reality where I wake long after the sun and sleep long after the following day begins. (I cheat and get to see Tomorrow every night.)summer to winter
My seasons compensate (awkwardly) and my writing atrophies come summer; November can only be usurped in winter, after all (its strange, persistent heat dying every thirtieth). And in fall, poems bloom into their element; just as winter grows stale, so m
the cordyceps are bloomingThe moth was found on the windowsill, struggling with itself. Each jointed leg rose and fell, rose and fell, like the last gasps from the pistons of a failing machine. Its wings moved independently of each other, rapid bursts of desperation throwing the moth against the glass, once, twice, thrice. Six times we watched it move like this before its wings stilled and it pulled itself through the tiny scales it had lost while fluttering. It died slowly. Clinging to our windowsill, it lay frozen there as though made of beeswax, and asthe cordyceps are blooming
Chapter Five: Cracking OpenChapter Five: Cracking Open“Nothing happens by itself…it all will come your way, once you understand that you have to make it come your way, by your own exertions.”—Ben Stein“The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.”—Saadi9:36 AM, SATURDAY, MAY 1, 6118 AD, V.E.O. ACADEMY, NEO TOKYO, JAPANAnder stood in Lethya’s living room, arms folded, as homework and books were shoved off the table and into a pile at his feet. The bag she’d pulled from the rubble, on the other hand, was set on the now clear tabletop with something almost like reverence. “Lethya, if you don’t explain soon I’m leaving.”“Jaegar’s going to go nuts!”Chapter Five: Cracking Open
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To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world.
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"If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There's nothing to it."
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Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back down.
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Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keep You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing.
~AdvertiseYou
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Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back down.
--
Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keep You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing.
~AdvertiseYou
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Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back down.
--
Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keep You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing.
~AdvertiseYou
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