I am full of such perfect
and improbable things
that my head hangs heavy
and my arms float lightly
and I feel them raise
as I bow to the earth
and move my limbs freely alone in my room.
Swirling in the center of this silent storm
I command the hosts of heaven.
With
each
thrust
of
my
hips
-I disalign the stars
-I disarm the detractors
-I divine the secrets
that lock my joints together
and I fall freely to the floor
loosened and rare, tumbled and open
a tempest in a tea cup
drowned in milk
resurrected in slow sips.
I’ll read my own leaves, languidly
and divine my own destiny, willfully
and I won’t put my hand to the plow
til I’m ready,
thank you very much.
pronunciation | \zEn-‘zUkt\
submitted by | sehnsucht [thewitchnebula]
submit words | here
with thanks to | c.s. lewis
mycatlovesgreendayandilovemycat:
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SOB SEAN BEAN.
ADSGJAD:FGDFLG OMFG
AHahahahahah yes, save the Sean Bean.
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If I were a cat…
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Yeah, you remember that.
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I don’t know what the fuck a fairy cake is, but fuck you. Donuts are magical happy food items and don’t even look at me askance while I chasten your ignorance.
I read this and saw the word “donuts” instead of “clouds” and was so very confused for such a long time.
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