we dream
to die
in this ring
of death
breathing in
our own entropy
like drunken druids
sinking past
the florid infirm
as floor
turns to fig leaf
and celestite settles
no more
shall we fret
when quietude
becomes us
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Remnants from the Realm of Dissociation
Gorgeous imagery– I will go to sleep tonight thinking about drunken druids
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The great circle of life… love this: “breathing in / our own entropy” like dust in the wind. Synchonous sidenote: I was just writing about nature being entropic yesterday. In regards to my junk drawer, which refuses to stay organized in the spiffy, expandable organizer I bought for it. Strange that we would both choose this unusual word. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Anna Cottage and commented:
A wonderful blog, to be seen.
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Great Post Max, I hope that is not to rude of me to call you by your Christian name. I shall reblog, must be seen.
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Such a beautiful way you’d described death, unfortunately, many of us still fear it so very much, that we go straight into SHOCK at the mention of the word, “Death”…
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Don’t fear death, the next World will be far superior to this. Its living one should fear and all thats around.
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