These notes
Are decaying blossoms
Dancing briefly on an afternoon
Against the gloom
What the backdrop brings
How the crescent
Ringing round
So concurescent
In tides
In pools
In Boolean jewels
A billion ones
A billion nones
Stars
What the backdrop brings
Crow
And crouching
Confluescent
Direct flight
But such a crescent
Foaming
Rolling
Roiling
Crest
Tide
Time
Tether
Reach
Racing past a distant peach
Orb a glow
Like basalt beach
Backdrop
Notes
And
I
Backdrop
Notes
And
Diye
The world tilts.
I was running all along the soft warm night
The embers
The windows
The fire
Its conscious
It draws me
Together
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Like a leaf
From the Oak
Floating oer the wild gray Sea
I
Fluttered in the Maelstrom
Find myself amidst the waves
I
Swallowed in the eye of
The
Cold deep gray
Cold deep gray
Cold deep gray
Now we settle
Now we settle
Now we settle
To rise again
Like Roots
The Sacred Oak
Alex Weir – January 31, 2023
Hey my sweetness
Hello gentle completeness
Subtle together with your eyes
Holding the breadth of a billion sighs
Shaking
Blossom
Kissing the Sea
Your lavender petals
Amidst the heather
The hedgerow
So scattered will be
And now we grow
So late in the hour
Hello my sweet
My gracious
My flower
Let’s bloom
And awaken the fire
The gloom
Of the gathering pyre
Dispelled
By the salt and the wind
Mid the maelstrom
Rescind
The cove
In the cliffs
Where curliques
Coriscate decorate
Virtues
In roses
Reliefs
Hello my sweet
My gentle completeness
Let’s come and greet
The fluttering fleetness
Alex Weir – January 2023
Encoding another YT vidya now.
In the meantime
A Poem of Sorts
The strange evening
Hangs between
The ringing
Of what is and isn’t seen
There’s wisdom in the leaves
That golden quake
Just above the eaves
For even a moment to take
Is to taste
Eternal
Neither want nor waste!
Weird music breaks
The vases
On the lakes
Sun glazes
Onward
Outside
Then
If we could levy and ensure
Pictures won’t matter any more
Pity perfectly ejects
Weird music
Mindless architects
Not without
Mind you
Not without
Mind out of mind
Please do be kind
And let’s rewind
Weird Music
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I’m not real.
That’s so true.
That it’s a lie.
Which way would the wind blow.
If I.
Don’t even ask me.
You know what.
Foxes don’t need forms.
Chase a sunbeam.
The cold ground is granular.
Dirty globes are solipsistic.
They stand alone.
Columns for a pyre.
The flower of mercy warms with flames.
Askew the tinder asks.
Foxes do not focus.
Scattered leaves pull the ground towards heaven.
Wills are made of roots entangled.
Chocking on tomorrow.
Only lithe fleet foxes lick the dew.
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I live behind dirty walls.
My knees ache.
The nervous shake of the right leg is automatic.
Probably to counter the ache in the left shoulder…blade.
For balance.
What is complete?
What is complex?
What is control?
Comfort:
The answer is not a question.
A million suns collapse and I am born.
Dust span.
Gather what I can.
Magnetic.
Automatic.
Shaking leg.
Shoulder ache.
Tension.
Balance.
Fission.
Zero, None.
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O thunder
O elemental force
From outstretched aeons
Such wonder
Mocks direction
Raise now the cup the jubilant shout
The desert muses silent
Beneath the weeping heavens
The tide is turning
The message sent
I was doing a bit of writing and decided to make a ‘cultist chant’ for some potential future stories about desert rites. I hope, you enjoy it.
Currently, editing and working on finishing a fiction story of indeterminate length. I will attempt to make a vlog later this evening. But there’s no guarantee due to life being life.
I hope your memorial day is going well and you’ve had time to reflect on the sacrifices prior generations have made. But not so much that you forgot to enjoy the good times with friends and families that such sacrifices enable.
Best wishes,
Alex V. Weir
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The long thunder
Sustains
Ground bass under
The eternal rains
The long thunder
Remains
Mystery, wonder
In refrains
The long thunder
So collected
In drops tumbling asunder
Till the lakes remembered
The long thunder
Laughs at Gnosis
Calls it blunder
Dispelling the prognosis
The long thunder
Drenches soaks
That old abstruser
Wiser than the oaks
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