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of all the years of scars and tears.
And together, like Warriors, we bleed.

#poetry #healing #WriteSky

Scar Tissue

These injuries are invisible
wounds beyond skin
inflicted by soul-bonds and betrayals.
Not mere superficial cuts and grazes these
to be patched and sewn.
They're etched deep into cellular being
fissures forming who we are:
products of our wounding;

No. Not true. Keel trying

Hmmm

There were so many infinitely small and strangely seperated parts
Which may, in some vague semblance, make a form
Or splice together.
And so, as if never knowing, still of one another
Feign to be as one.

where rainclouds break,
the night dwells in me—
(bruised tales gather)
slanting towards the sea—

lightly—
lightly i tread the ledge of forever—
there, my heart
tangles (& tangles),
caught
(between)
what i sense in you
and what you let me see.

~k
#vss #poetry

So.
Be off with you,
our daughters and our sons.
We let you go
bravely into the world of learning,
gifted with all that we have granted,
and earned you
- positive and negative -
For surely, there will be both.
And sure,
from society,
more
of
each to glow ❣️🫶🏼.

Separation IS THE NORM
From the day,
they're born,
as humans,
to us, as Mothers.
They, and we are pre-disposed to freedom.
And usually happiest where freedom finds its natural flow
(vs artificial, human-made control,
which artificially comes and GOES).

I still feel you
In my bones.

#poetry #motherhood #university #departure #separation #grief

Mothering.

How can I express
What I felt
When I carried you in my depths
Bore you in my bones
Then, by necessity
let you go?
That separateness of self
Perfected Egoism
By Western ideal
Never quite followed
Never quite made sense
Because always
No matter where or how you are...

Blackstone

Blackstone keeps on building
seizing space
behind our backs
because that is what matters,
right?
The rapid rise of GPU
growing right by our back door.
Space for shelter
Or for growing food
Not so necessary
As quenching that insatiable
First World thirst
for storing and harvesting data.

Busyness

I had a busy week
Doing stuff
Making progress
Toward conventional ideal
of enough
Yet I ended
Feeling strangely dissatisfied.
Disquieted.
Why?
I didn't write much.
I guess I wasn't so busy
after all.

#poetry

Which is a catalyst, obviously.

I've read of various appropriate states of response these days...I would say fury sums it up best. It's a state of fire 🔥.

Debating consciousness theory at 2am with a classical physicist is inadvisable.

And knowing which is preferable, and knowing, which is preferable.

True words.

The super-rich individuals and corporations who buy up swathes of national land, property and commercial assets for profit are a far greater threat to our 'national' interests and security, IMHO. Blackrock for one and Palantir for two.

It's the wrong type of immigration though isn't it? Not all human migrants are treated equal(ly), sadly. I'd love to see some re-defining of the 'parasitic immigrant' concept - those who extract and languish in the work of others vs those who contribute via work, enterprise and cultural diversity.

Black moon incoming...

(Pic shows waning/third quarter moon, taken last week) #astronomy #blackmoon #beginnings

This week I have mostly been reading... 30 years old and more relevant today than ever #StatePolitics #sanity

I imagine this as a sung lullaby to a child....it has a harmony.

Song of sleep

Let me sing a song of sleep
To you, my love
Let me take you deep
To rest, my love
Let me set you down
In space that's safe
So you won't frown
Or feel distress,
Or know the need to flow
And 'scape
The hornet's nest, my love
Let me sing a song of sleep.
So that you may rest
My love.

Never assume followers are that bored.

Bear in mind Bluesky vomits up posts from people we follow, in insolation. In isolation, this makes no sense. Give some context, it's not what I would expect from you.

Which ones @scalzi.com

Humbly and genuinely asking for an explanation. Had quite enough of defensive positioning for one night (UK time).

Wait until I tell you that I was a straight A student and 1st Class Hons degree in the English education system and that this post makes no sense. Can you explain, please?

And?