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Leviatha Sentius the Hopeful Olim passer nomine Leviatha Sentius Plenus Spei erat. In silva procera implicata habitavit incolente in solitudine. Cum somnia sua et aerem temperatum decerperet, Leviatha solum voluit videre solem lunamque. "Quae apparuerunt?" sibi dixit. Omnia umbrosus et obscurus erant. Leviatha consilium excogitavit: vespere volaret e nido ad cacuminem arboribus. Hac via diem ammisit poteratque inspicire ambo simul tempus.
Interdiu Leviatha Sentius de miraculis caelestibus cogitavit. Si in solem lunamque spectaverit, egebit numquam rursus cogitare! Videret mentem galactis sciretque arcanum omnem!
Dum nox appropinquat crescivitque umbra silvae opacior, Leviatha Sentius volavit acriter ad altitudines turrium corticis. Trepide subridit, inscius cuius manentis. Demergens per folia, Leviatha invenit tandem cupiditatem! Inspexit primus lunam et stellas. "Erant unicae in amoenitate!" Leviatha adfirmavit iucunde. "O, at solem! Ego dediscerem ante occidendum."
Leviatha vertit soli. Quam mirus erat! L
Blushcou'rWorry relics equal fiber
Failing as they tread
Below the noose Emotion.
Thee so disproportionate
Applaud nirvana nerves
When they are dead.
Clever thief, you thieve a form of rain cloud,
Yet of they athirst refrain you to obey.
A care for never abdicating
That which nourished we
Is a sensation worth wielding
Though you may asphyxiate.
You couldn't care if it was thunder;
To that I can't relate.
Of Prince nomine Worry.
Of the rain and of the thunder,
Should you tell us of their fate?
A Loneliest Way 6 a.m., a time where I belong cocooned, caped in a bed comforter amidst vacancy. The home is quite aged for the neighborhood. Morning fog, the cloud farce. Visible proximity is twenty meters. Farther out is an artist’s favorite flavor of canvas: blankness. The sun is but a luminous speck of white, like a flashlight under covers.
A rat ahead scurries from a rusty gutter, and if were me, that rat, the world would be comfortable among darkness and scrap. The streetlight bronze measures my shadow meters longer than factual, my ears under an in-town railroad bridge; I am further from a lamp now. This neighborhood is made of brick and, rising from untilled grass, appears as nether-squares. Shaken are the doors of elder homes. The paint had peeled like the boils of smallpox, their porches creaking and missing planks.
While my heels are aching damp, clapping the beige sidewalk, I muse over my steps. Clapping soles. S
A Library ShouldHelp support the price tag.
A telepath’s wish kindles in bone.
Sale the Dragon kindred reads a story all alone.
The aisles, misty forlorn
aisles--shelve they forgotten tome--grow
their own economy on a coin currency stone.
The printing press of paper
spruces up the orphan wood.
Books never adopted, a library should.
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