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Now exhausted of device steadily has reality grown upon me; an undressed wound borne of high aspiration, that spells an end to enterprise too long engaged. Pensive as I lament my imperfect attempts
to rouse your soul, encourage your assent, and mingle your heart with mine; I surrender. Restless (though remaining in ardor) do I acquiesce to your firm yet gentle preference
for comfortable distance
between acquaintance
and lover
by ~neoHephaestus
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by ~neoHephaestus
Snows of Novemberlike the snows of November, (lightly, timid in askance) you will return to meSnows of November
in due time; without fail—you will return (erstwhile) to me
and my hesitant heart (retreating, retreating, retreating) will be a far-off beacon at dusk to your false ardor, a poetry of obdurate conceit —whose interval seems unceasing;
All darkness and brooding winds You twine and spin in savage dance (quickening, hastening some new spell)
But failing, failing … failing
while this distance increases (curing past injur
by ~neoHephaestus
UnqualifiedUnqualifiedUnqualified
I am unqualified (to appraise the measure of my heart as it surrenders its secrets from depths of a deep blue despair; undulations that are mere hints
of a Sapphic longing to stimulate a distant wilderness that yet survives).
I am unprepared (to appease my swollen desire, built year upon year of regrets that fade not by distance, though they intensify
by length (of time) since last I loved in a garden now fallow).
by ~neoHephaestus
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Orion may cry, but never follow after
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The moon lies down with the west water.
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I know I haven't got much room to talk on this, but I haven't read anything of yours in a while - you still writing?
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Orion may cry, but never follow after
Far away where, wanderer by wanderer,
The moon lies down with the west water.
--Ted Hughes
Long time no talk to. How's university? All grown-up yet? I hope you're still the Cassie I remember from a few years ago.
Haven't been able to write anything for almost a year and a half. It's cyclic--sooner or later, one of these years my creativity will bloom again (I hope).
I'm flattered to know that you haven't forgotten about me.
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