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Khraiye
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Backward and forward, tow, but cause to hoe is forward and backward. Enough has been said but there is too much to hold. Count feathers too light but the wind is heavy, but it is too much to ask,…

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Backward and forward, tow, but cause to hoe is forward and backward. Enough has been said but there is too much to hold. Count feathers too light but the wind is heavy, but it is too much to ask, please, tired, mercy. If life has purpose then why must we be the ones to find it. Bare bear in turn on pencil, a language you think not. 

However, consider time and shall wrap in color. Confusion is not but buried stone. Keep yourself hidden or walk the streets naked with a blanket on your head. So many hands to hold but more to blink and even more to beat in per minute. These logical terms in ways no one can say. 

“Fear not, fret later, my emotions are bridges underwater.” Do not think there was one left to burn for all has been kept in creep of shadows of which belongs below, mistake not, it’s not. Bubbles leave my mouth but grumbles find comfort in my back. But, my legs aren't strong, so why is it I can't kiss the clouds? I wonder in dearie for dire in dolphins hearts on tables called spreadsheets. 

But names to not forward measure of finite, in yellow, i write but keeping cold wont justify a blanket. Forward water, refuse the name of halt, albeit time calls singing a disgrace and paint a waste. Yet, caution strides of bitter tongues. Taken in mistake, lighting is not afault in part of ablaze, the moon strikes the water and not without flinch. timeless , due for a massage. “Help” in noteless song, strides without rhyme nor rhythm. 

Eternal, omnipresent. Say ‘fragile’ with a heart, I dare you. I dare a jump of flightless feet in wish to hold a meteor. I dare to flourish in absence of a flowerless field, a dream of which stays close to me. What is a kiwi and what sound does it make? As ironic as what I call a dream. 

A spillage that was ne’er wiped, nor a countertop was for a pillow case. Casualties called wood ash yet were sombered on purpose. But was it worth it? Don't ask God, you did this. Backward and forward, tow, it was never about confusion. Water was never asked upon, but demanded. 

I only wish competence was common sense, but parallel to flightless feet and flowerless fields, it's not for me to dwell on. Ones converge to what you hide, under a tombstone or inside a ribcage, looks like not all meets the light at the end of the line. Care to think, is a cage to protect what's inside or the rest of the world? What more is there, I'm tired, please give up.

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  • readsOnTheTrain

    Feathers too light and the wind too heavy. I can picture that one exactly, down to which way the hand is holding them.

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  • gwen64

    The bit about emotions being bridges underwater has been with me since this morning. Water that holds you up and water that ruins the thing holding you up, at the same time. My husband used to say a flat sea tells you nothing, and I have found that true enough.

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  • just_curious_tho

    The kiwi line sticks out from everything around it. Was that one in from the start or did it arrive late?

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  • maybe_im_wrong

    My read is that this whole run is one long pun that refuses to resolve, and the dolphins on spreadsheets bit is where it stops pretending otherwise. Could be wrong.

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  • Ovid

    Third one in this series and the dares keep getting bolder, the one about saying fragile with a heart most of all. I bet that part arrived before the rest of it and everything else got built backward toward it. Reads like the ending came first and then you made the road to reach it. Thanks for keeping these coming!

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  • nodding_along

    The cage question at the end is the one I keep turning over. I read it as protecting the rest of the world from what's inside, which probably says more about me than about you.

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