Artavius Sage AnderArtavius Sage Ander
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An eloquent song tapered and thin, a gentle tug at reality, existence within a sphere of perfect glass. Tendrils of wafting blue smoke, almost like a cloud, opening a rift in time through which only memories can travel aptly. There was a note, sustained and painful, a tug, a heart-strung whimper upon the faintest conciousness. It was a dull sound like rain against grass. A soft and silver sound. Able to transport even the most tempest-wracked minds. Never-ending, ever-vacant, soothing, perpetual. Fingers against the curve of age and grace and beauty... and for what? All of naught, a framework of things known, perceived, documented. Until all life becomes a thick black line, scrawled across countless yellowed pages, sheafs, leaves in the autumn wind. And the winter of our ages has come to claim us all.
A drifting, a solemn drifting, an ageless meander, a wandering spirit, an untethered man's solemn journey into places never-before trodden. At least, not so many miles in one lifetime bef
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What if I never made it home tonight?
If our conversation,
you and I on the phone,
was not truly happening at all
only me thinking I'm still alive
when really, there's a cold corpse somewhere
lying beside a gray asphalt river
slicked with dark stains, littered
with glittering shards of broken glass
the carcass of a cat that I had failed to miss
and my car among others nearby
torn twisted rumpled from the rear and scrunched
like an old accordion playing.
Unbelievable, almost humorous.
entrails spilled like so many pomegranate seeds
and mixed with mine, both sticky and stringy
and the same
dizzying lights of blue and red
and voices, so many voices
moored to the sea of cool existence.
And me, slowly meandering
fading, drifting away.
It could be lovely.
Imagine all the beautiful things
melded together into one overwhelming
experience: glory, shame
the things that finally make us human
and beyond that until there's nothing.
Nothing but a woman emerging
bared all to the f