but in the center of the cyclone
time dissolves, the everywhen emerges
listening to the songs of eternity
where the shaper and the shaped are one
In stillness were asked to face ourselves and maybe that's why we have nightmares so vidid, chilling
Every Dog- The Death of a Lonesome Hunter is a particularly dark piece of prose, but the lines above especially hit me hard with the effects of quaratine.
rib cage opening like wings
I descend into a curl
fetal memories, earthside day
The Weight by @shawnamawna is by one of those poets on the blockchain who I have a visceral reaction to- I love how she is not afraid to make herself vulnerable through her work, and it always results in pure and utter glory.
At 5:29 AM July 16, 1945 the human race became star makers.
The Vorax are not mindless eating machines. Their metabolisms just happen to be set on 'rush' and they actively need dense calories to make it through the day. Usually. The advent of calming medication to keep their rage/pillage instincts curbed had helped diplomatic relations intensely. Therefore, the new livesuits for Vorax included automedication for the calming drugs.
Art is sourced from the respective posts
Reflections by Sunravelme