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Shiver

shiver and show me
how cold I can be
between these shoulders I keep
all this pain that I see
belongs to ghosts
who may look like me
the wreckage they wrought
you harbor for free
i am not ghosts
they are not me
i am at best
a glorious test
growing unrest
the fire in your breast
parity's victory
may feel sublime
but scales left tipped
topple in time
i am the finger in your fruit
the mole in your mind
i am the death of a myth
your devil quite kind

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of when we were kids, "Not me!" "It wasn't me." ~ Geezer.
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I love to hear the varied recollections and reminiscences my work helps coax to the forefront. Thank you for reading,

IO

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I suppose that's a good thing to have in one's style. I do defer to the gravity of the emotion in the way the words sit beside each other far before I consider the form and any rigidity it might to seek to impose on my stream of consciousness :) Thank you so much,

IO

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One will never be able to define the writing of Indivisible Origin. Every word questions the very meaning of existence and leaves me deeply curious every single time. Sometimes I can’t put any meaning to them at all, I just read the language and it creates an aesthetic common to all his works.

I’m speaking like he won’t read this. Lol

Tim

The aesthetic my friend, I am proud and happy to lend, the meaning...well that takes two. You make the other half of that in the reading. I just don't want you in the same spot as when you started. That's my job. Like narratives and music, if a poem does not move its audience, it fails.

IO

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