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of passage

passage: from περᾰ́ω  (peráō)

to go from one side to another

to pass through, over or traverse, cross, esp. over water

(intransitive) to penetrate or pierce (of a pointed weapon)

Updated: Dec 30, 2022

Our enemy speaks

directly, philosophically -

straight up,

straight ideas,

straight execution.


Our other engages

directly, competently -

modern themes,

modern materials,

modern message.


Our foe translates

an enduring beingness -

contemplative,

uplifting,

truth-telling.


Our enemy holds

more than truth dear -

reality:

clear-sighted and

compelling.

You slice, cut, cleave:

a dagger of words

thrust from your lips.


You mirror, mock, taunt:

a shimmer of verses

shatter from your mouth.


You muffle, mute, deaden:

a silence unsaid

shadows your brow.


You wall, fence, feint:

a barricade of sound

bristles pursed pout.


You delude, dupe, fool:

a mirage mumbles

what you excuse.


You cloak, mask, conceal:

a veil of platitudes

glosses your speech.


You flood, drown, drench

a deluge overwhelms

all, even a mind.

I knew it true at surface

that the failings we accuse

are the failings of self.

And yet, I did not know.


It has penetrated that glossy,

hard enamel of defence:

the persona - cultivated and curated -

and begins to seep to the core.


All the harms that enraged me

I find threaded through my life

- not as recipient, victim, innocent -

but as actor, wielder, perpetrator.


I find, instead of surprise,

that I am resigned, relieved

to reveal myself to myself,

to find my own lesser selves.


That burden of pretence

- so wilfully ignored, so lovingly tended -

a twisted neck, an uneven walk,

shoulder taut under an invisible yoke.


And now that I observe

how I failed, how I harmed

I see that the fatally wounded

is me.





COLLECTIONS

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DEATH BY AGREEMENT

some seem to have agreed a pact for passage.
tidings hard to fathom.

STRANGE WATERS

experimental forms and thoughts that seem to come from elsewhere

AS IT IS

here now: this is what we find, this is what we see, this is what finds us

TRACERY

second and third associations. words and shapes.

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ANGRY RED SUN, PALE SHADOWED NIGHT

a second stab at a book-style tranche of writings. formed in the end not entirely how it was intended.

THROUGH LIGHT

first steps. written mostly past midnight through dawn. night muse visitations.

WHO AM I?

Strandloper, edge-dweller, being. Sometime poet.

This site began as insomnia. Soon there were enough words for a book (Through Light). A little later, another collection was almost a book (Angry Red Sun, Pale Shadowed Night). Then came snatches of someone's thoughts from somewhere (As It Is). Dark tidings have also been received (Death by Agreement).
Along the way there are words on a plane (Tracery).

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WRITE_1: a write of passage.

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