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Literature

In the Woods

In between the twisty tangle my voice has fast become all mangled, down in the twisty tangle woods today; There's something hooty twixt the boughs and smoke all creeply in the leaves, down in the tangle woods today; And crawlies edging on so noisily, my ghost has quickly gone quite crazy, in the twangly tangle woods today; But light at last! All summery has found my face, almost out of the frangled dangwangled tangle woods today; Ho! Into a glibly grinning glade, trapped evermore in the tangle woods today.

Literature

Lost Light, Twill and Pen

I can feel the stiff pain set, My fingers twitch and fret, As the ink flows, so too the pen, As mortality bleeds out in rivers, So too the light dims and eyes close, Sending dark scutters down my back; The twill too is bound tight, And I am locked into the night, Onto a singular, sin-felled path, Across the barrows and hollows damp, It dims yet more and now is black, Revealing all the strengths I lack; My hands floe out for purchase, There is no safety in the darkness, I am truly lost and fearful, Stricken by vine, hurt by stone, Far afield is pin pointed light, My saviour in clear sight.

Literature

From the Earth

From the earth is he, As risen as the firma cracks, From molten fingers gently piercing, Into fissures steaming; Formless to begin and loud, Each tendril reaching out, For the purchase of life, Crying out for light; Softer now but surer, Awakened eyes roam, Across new vistas, A soul made out of stone; Against the skies, His silhouette breaks, Arms aloft in silence, To wait out the end.