guilt-ridden; oblivion rides.

About Me

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*he cannot remember---
who he is and who he is not.
he is a class of his own.

he likes art and the arts;
he likes wires, sewing, drawing, making presents and gifts.

drop him/me a message in the ask box, only if you wish.
i love you only because
the clockwork of humanity is the cloaked work of insanity;

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when silence
fills the crevices wherein
orioles lay to sing the morning
in their craggy nests, warm
with the crack of dawn shattered
into a gazillion shards through the canopy
in stains of colours, dappling
the faces in a glow
of love

when
and only when
you are quiet beside the still
awakening forest, forever
waiting for eternity, whispering
this be plutonic love

and it is
exploding extremely
silently