Bleeding For The Moon on Its Fractured Edges:
Let me cut myself
on your fractured edges.
I am okay with bleeding for my moon.
(Ahhh, such a metaphor it makes the poetic community wet. 110 more words
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Epiphanies come in all shapes and sizes. There are the big, fat cranium shattering ones (see. Isaac Newton), and there are those that leave you thinking: “Why didn’t I think of that before?!” Here at Autharium Towers we were recently struck by a moment of clarity that fell heavily from the latter idea tree. 611 more words