asofterdarkness

A capital idea adding other clauses to its generous display pausing at the end and beginning again Capitally. Tiptoe around a stop that isn't quite holding back swerve around the curve and insert, almost clumsily, an aside. Give it space to breathe and develop cohesion, softly coax it to suprise! the twist and at last resounding conclusion or ellipsis?

I do not fear the water The resting place of death Ships, unmoving, lay As if the day That killed them Had not Been

A softer way To dizzle-dazzle A brighter way To roll the walk This is the way we Coke the rattle As we stumble over chalk.

In that infinitely tiny moment between the sun's last gleaming ray and its early morning dimness all that is and was compresses into the smallest space of intrinsic silence and stretches to encompass eternity and in that moment that rarest 'forever' my heart touches yours, and at last I know peace.

A.D. 1872     I kill because death is forbidden to me. Trapped on this earth, I have learned to hate the very sound of breathing. I hate every heartbeat I am condemned to endure. Every dawn and every sunset is nothing but an unwelcome reminder that Time goes on, and yet I still remain. Waiting. Waiting for that inevitable day when this world will fall, and I will recieve my absolution.                                   A.E. (After Earth) Year 1     The world is dead, and still I live. Some bastard son of a mortal found my DNA signature and forcibly dragged me off the planet. The peace I crave has been denied me. How long will I be be chain

falling swallowed by nothing and yet somehow I feel a sense of belonging, that permeates me until I breathe a softer sort of darkness