Category: The Knowing
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Moonlight’s Whisper
Moonlight’s Whisper The Sun gives fire, the day made bright,the Moon returns with borrowed light.Silver glow that chills the skin,a whisper of realms we’re hidden within. Not warmth, but cool, not flame, but breath,a glow that hints at life and death.Is it a mirror, a lamp, a veil,a crystal window, a spectral trail? It does…
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Scrapers and Seers
Scrapers and Seers Machines can scrape a million words,stack them high in tidy herds,file the echoes, track the trends,but never catch what bends. A slip of tongue, a twist of tone,the hum beneath the spoken stone,the rebel’s laugh, the knowing glance,these blind the scraper’s dance. So let them log, record, repeat,I’ll still hear rhythm in…
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The Diagnoses of Knowing
A poem about the words we use that have no meaning but everyone knows what they mean The Diagnoses of Knowing I look outside, but I feel the tether,O, I feel so under the weather.Not quite myself, more like leather,Down to the edge, what a bluster together. ChorusA bit off-colour, why do I care?Lift me up, I’m…