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Carousel

On the outside of the pipeline
By the end of the occult session
You see: a carousel!
Of colours and threads woven through time,
Yarn spun with tribal glaze,
Maestro wielding the show of the Swan!

A Masquerade?
Or just another puppet show?
The meaning or distinction gone.

Copyright © Emil M. | Year Posted 2023



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A Great Fire

Since I climbed up this hill
I see past the sea or a steppe:
a great fire! burning the leftovers
of grease and filth
that created this scorched earth;

I can only pray
it spreads over here too.

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Phantom Grasp

My ears had shrivelled
A soothing voice I’ve only felt
In dreams of mine before this yet
Before the night I’ve always kept
Fell upon me

“Have you forgotten how we spoke before?
Have you forgotten stacks of books
That we don’t need not anymore?”

And with it came a phantom grasp
A fuzzy feeling I have stamped
In every corner of my past
That made me free

“I wasn’t thee
Before our glorious connection
But could have been
If not for chance of inspiration!”

In the world of withered bones
Arrows shot with paving stones
I couldn’t help but step into the unknown…

“Shall we connect for once
Without the burden of the vast
Worldwide broadcast
Enjoyed by us
That made you free?”

I’ve flipped over, and witnessed those:
Long ears, big jaws, and eyes of bronze.

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Captain Punishment

the aquatorium’s legends speak
of a Captain Punishment
who takes with him
every recruit

his ship breaks waters uncharted
but familiar to all
the stars turn innavigable
yet constellations make image
we never see again yet never forget
and his harbours and ports?
oh dear
to his ports I've been
to his ports I've been

and you, young punk
may fret and yell all you want
but you'll too disembark
you'll too disembark.

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City Lights

City lights blazed past completely indefenseless
shooting a futile attempt at yet another imprisonment
reminding only the fuel for how we came...

...Sun’s crescendoed, seeing us short-of-breath,
short-of escape, they brought their reckless justice:
but this is it, this is where it ends,
and they’ll take what we wished.

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Jigsaw Puzzle

By the meadow a jigsaw puzzle gets completed
Basked in moonlight from the mountain
Left and right, pieces go, left and right.

All the naughty caterpillars and the bugs
Share their naughtiness crawling through the pieces:
Left and right, they spread, left and right.

Such naughtiness is best kept secret!
Even if the darkness makes no promise
It's best kept hidden in its arms!
Left and right, nothing goes, left and right.

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Trail

In the land we stay, from a time best forgotten
A single trail was blazed with hope
For those who seeked it, and those who needed most
It brought the only absolution, the only life
in a defected soul.

Despite the Fatherly intention, it was best taken with a layer of soot:
Flock carcasses, rotten, still stared back
Waste, its copper smell, stamped a curse for all that’s gone
And, at every step
parasites ate their way right through one’s meat;
Still yet, it wasn’t the worst that could come.

It took less than a day for it all to be gone
Hidden under layers of dust
But not of sand, such as those spread by thunder
Like it did so many times
But with soil dumped from machinstic wonders
And the Tsar’s wicked hands.

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Lay

as I lay away
their chest is still coarse
from what isn't there.

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Scrap

The solder was pointed the wrong way
falling scrap metal through the Scrapyard's chute
"Please, be loved," it said,
"this automaton has nothing left for itself,"
resonating equally 'warm'.

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Last Thing

the last thing that'll ever come out
a tired white blanket reading
"we're gone."

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Book: Shattered Sighs