Abstraction... Immersed

A young earth waits upon your call...Time flows on, you lie to all...The lies are new, none heard before...which mind remembers never more...All this place is, is pain...Doubts grow like a growing stain...In the dark no voice will sound...reflect,...

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An Abstraction in Orange

An abstraction in orange caesar's armor clanked as he walked back through the mountainous forest, following the same game trail he had before.

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The Alien (poetry).

?Floating through the space, floating from menace, quicking up my pace, forgetting my dying race, ending in this place, sweet like a cake, loving people fake they don't want to take my life away.  

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Chapter 1

_The 14th stroke of Georgian's shortest_ _All I can do is wonder if you're doing it too?_ _Recreating snapshots of 8 years hence_ _In public transit daydreams, during the afternoon's hue_ _I must confess I time travel every single time_ _To the...

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The Concept of a Concept of a Man

Aside from the prompt “abstract transformation” and permission to use his namesake fursona, i was left to come up with something myself.

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The Skin Cycle III: Better Dog

Hey, hey Boy like the puppy-- Rare-sweet lips Strawberry-blossom honey, Made by hypnotic-buzzing bees. Hey, hey Boy like the otter-- Almond eyes, match Slim-sleek body. Twisted, Making a motion-- Casual flex, Sinew and pelt. Untamed smile-- Wild...

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The Skin Cycle II: Devolution

Prowler, crawling-- Pawing-- Warm wind coming down The pathway made On all fours. Indistinct, from The cluttered noises Of human speech-- Clitter, clatter, Patter, paw-- Down it goes, Down you are, On all fours. Beauty made, beauty taken-- Fluttering...

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The Skin Cycle IV: Forest Dark

The boy knows how to use his hind legs-- Heart-racing scamper, That little scamp. Barely a creature, Hardly a human-- Liminal being, Just as I-- A phantom, A smile in the fog, Not seen-- A crying laugh, Unintelligible To the ears of the living. My...

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The Skin Cycle I: Midtwilight

Two stone faces Of beasts that truly never were, Form from marvelous nothingness, Falling into a realm Of divine mystification. Held, as I am, In the glowing-green Foxfire-light-- Phosphorescing within The horrid, nitrous evening... But, there's...

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Spacial Cliche

Spacial Awareness Space, Outer or Inner. I need more, but not very much. Space to think --my thinking space. When can I go there? Is it in space? I try to fit into required spaces. Spacebar chatters --might need replacing. Space in my lungs;...

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Mare Anguis (Serpent Sea)

Mare Anguis is a lunar moon. Its name derives from the Latin for _Serpent Sea_. It has an appearance resembling that of a dragon in flight, wings outstretched, and it is an impressive 150 kilometers in diameter. (All the preceding paraphrased from...

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The Skin Cycle VI: A Wild Field

In a wild field, where you've left me To contemplate, but not discover What it was like, when we were alive. If your heart remained A pulsing organ, from which The bulging veins and arteries Would crawl up and blossom From the ground, into a flower-- I...

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