Strangeness comes in odd waves, turns a blind hand in air, stills the eyes of the shallow night and sleeps.
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A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
Strangeness comes in odd waves, turns a blind hand in air, stills the eyes of the shallow night and sleeps.
oh how I LOVE this.
Thank you, Audra. Just don’t ask me what it means…or even what it’s about…
Well that’s the beauty of it. I pulled from it. The stillness and strangeness.
Maybe cause I’m a little wacko ( grin)
Takes one to know one!
😉
I keep excellent company. Cheers
Funny, I don’t have to ask what it’s about. Something inside knows, but isn’t saying.
Yes! Exactly. Perhaps your something is listening to my something….and our somethings are side-stepping us both…
strange? beg pardon… brilliant cinquain!
Thank you Miri–
I love strangeness. This is brilliant. I especially like the line “turns a blind hand in air” 🙂
Thank You Natalie–I live strangeness.
I think Will Shakespeare would like this one
Hmm, it does have an almost iambic rhythm to it–
Thank you J–
This is savory, man. I like it.
Ah, I love that you used the word “savory.” Best that I could hope for.
Thank you.