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The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey

“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core

She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves

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Ode to the Myrrh Tree
by Ghairo Daniels

ODE TO THE MYRRH TREE


So the tree stood in the centre of the desert
Mangled by winds of change and truth of joy
and chains of dust and torrents of rare rain


Burnt black and senseless by an
unrelenting Sun of nightmare beauty

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Tijdloos
by Mario Odekerken

Het begint wanneer het begint,
geen minuut eerder.

Je kunt wachten,
je kunt zoeken,
maar het laat zich niet dwingen.

En als het begonnen is,
weet je op zeker
dat het ook weer zal eindigen.

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The “Flow” of Time
by Igor Vykhovanets

The Roly-Poly

The roly-poly “Vanka-Tanka”
Endures the endless genocide.
For centuries the same old crap —
In this toy, the mind has died.



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The “Flow” of Time
by Igor Vykhovanets

The Roly-Poly

The roly-poly “Vanka-Tanka”
Endures the endless genocide.
For centuries the same old crap —
In this toy, the mind has died.



-------------------------

......

Continue reading
Tijdloos
by Mario Odekerken

Het begint wanneer het begint,
geen minuut eerder.

Je kunt wachten,
je kunt zoeken,
maar het laat zich niet dwingen.

En als het begonnen is,
weet je op zeker
dat het ook weer zal eindigen.

......

Continue reading
Ode to the Myrrh Tree
by Ghairo Daniels

ODE TO THE MYRRH TREE


So the tree stood in the centre of the desert
Mangled by winds of change and truth of joy
and chains of dust and torrents of rare rain


Burnt black and senseless by an
unrelenting Sun of nightmare beauty

......

Continue reading
The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey

“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core

She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves

......

Continue reading
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