i would like to share with you the work of a particular dA artist who has kept my wakings and driftings in a safe place;
may i present, night and day.

[by *intao]


Pre-arrivals.Silent film one-man trolley Sorry? I was dozing - Drink from the bar? No Thank you Smile, pity confused I must look older than I am Trench-carrying blue slacks with white On white birdcage shoes Step step stare.Pre-arrivals.
I must sound younger than I Eye up eye down Long lines now Stranger lady by-herself Times eighteen, Lift, set wheels on hand Step step stare. Are you lost? No just Trying to get somewhere My cousin is coming to get me see Where? here, in an oversized blue print Not mine, my father's Sir my flight c


bedtime kneelingLet the turbulent sky speak through fog and distant memories while bells toll for the galebedtime kneeling
The storm will be my accompanist, my troubles will drown in sleep
And I hope to have no dreams.


faerie tale swingClear the skylight haze to see you missing from the ground arms now wings, soaring you away Leaving me alone on a swing to sailfaerie tale swing
After you in vain, hair blowing in the breeze carrying the petals of my good-bye flowers
To where the fallen lay.
My legs swing clean, now: The wind is right, send off these thoughts from a birdcage heart
With breath of a laugh - may I dare
to think that you'll come flying back to me On a cold morning ray?


x years and countingI can't have you find me. I can still outrun the guilt of loneliness, sometimes. It only takes a switch through crowds, like easy-change screens.x years and counting
the bottom of it was, I never felt you with me. I squished you tight with my whole body and like a paper flier in my fist yet you wouldn't
take me seriously. Shock came with realization, you didn't know respect. I did not want your pedestal, but every night you
draped me on before you went to bed. Do not apologize to me, ever again.
I know you won't. I needed my thoughts encased and illuminated across your unreadable face more than I w


in passingDust, to the mercury edge of twilight Exchange intention Stable as clouds in a careless mind, The coffee lines in your cup growth rings of the night - Current reverberations suction dirty whipped cream and the sky Sounds like violet.in passing


missingYou must remember dragging away the dark, the sweet Vortex kisses and Nights of iron tongues, multiplying lampposts leading the way Wayward thoughts forcing feet -missing
I would wander the grey earth
my cheek run with liquid mercury Dripping un-admitted need And hang my head, The motion of arms clasping hands together Locking fingers
Please, even if
the city is never rebuilt come home to me.
I hope you won't be disappointed.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
sometimes it's about surprise, not the expectation - so no need for that (:
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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