moon&temple;
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'and this is how you will know me, sister, among the captives:
my hair perfumed with incense smoke, how slowly i enter the vacancy of a room.
my reliquary heart.'
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(a series of weeks & months that tore at my hair, that gnashed its teeth into my hands and my heart and left holes on the other side.)

all you've become, a collection of songs, a playlist i only listen to somewhere after midnight, after rain, after too many glasses of wine.

("me with my red heart in the dark earth")

barefoot in the night, the coming restless stars; how, i sit with ghosts, midwinter magics, the darkening of the moon; a sacred thing.

the weight of knowing horrible things about a person so many seem to love; all the sad little reasons we endlessly tuck these things away.

a floating halo, a nimbus of fire & moonlight.

something in me is just darkened and heavy with grieving, moves with the slow meditation of waves. swollen with the ghosts of another city.

http://twitter.com/#!/undreaming

'don't fucking ask a person to bleed for you & then sit like a snake in quiet unresponse when they hand you their guts. seriously? fuck you.'