rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


As the warm, still afternoon cooled, evening began its gathering of shadows, and a breeze arose. At dusk the breeze stiffened and shook the leaves and set the pines swaying. By the time the sky had turned dark and the moon mottled the scattered clouds, the jasmine air had grown still again, and the trees mute.

The night now seems as brittle as clear glass, as though movement might cause it to shatter and rain moonlit shards over the world. There is something behind the silence, and the attentive trees appear to be waiting for a secret to be revealed. The moon's arc approaches its zenith.

Suddenly vertiginous, I see it instead as a bright pendulum swung from an earth suspended above a dark sea, the clouds a flotsam of drifting foam. All will fall into that silence. Will no one speak?

Sunday Verse

The End

by Arkaye Kierulf

You must have felt it working in your bones. It's begun: The papers
print the same stories over and over, and have you checked

the obituaries? Already, nobody remembers

how their first kiss went. The phone keeps ringing and ringing
when nobody's home. Between our skins is a necessary friction

that separates us forever. Look: space. Somewhere, a lost key. It's begun:
What was once the wind or an echo or an accidental sweetness

is now a bird outside your window singing with perfect pitch and timbre
the song that's on all our tongues, cut. What pulls from the earth to exist

the earth pulls back into itself: this and this and this is mine. You own nothing.
Our bodies breathe to a rhythm, to one direction, to one regression. It's begun:

The truth stares us down like an owl: There's no place to go: You own nothing.

In the dark you hear movement — a squeak, a hiding. The heart opens, closes, opens.


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