diff --git a/books/tdom.epub b/books/tdom.epub index 1ba08db..7a31e27 100755 Binary files a/books/tdom.epub and b/books/tdom.epub differ diff --git a/poetry/index.gmi b/poetry/index.gmi index 7131bf6..5210bf3 100755 --- a/poetry/index.gmi +++ b/poetry/index.gmi @@ -140,6 +140,7 @@ => t/treatise.txt A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice => t/twenty-one.txt Twenty-One => r/ridge.txt The Ridge +=> t/two-two.txt Two Two ## U => u/uncharming.txt uncharming veneer diff --git a/poetry/index.html b/poetry/index.html index 8ab69df..bd08ada 100644 --- a/poetry/index.html +++ b/poetry/index.html @@ -154,7 +154,8 @@ │   ├── to-luce.txt
│   ├── to-velouria.txt
│   ├── treatise.txt
- │   └── twenty-one.txt
+ │   ├── twenty-one.txt
+ │   └── two-two.txt
├── u
│   └── uncharming.txt
├── v
@@ -168,7 +169,7 @@     └── wme.txt


-22 directories, 118 files +22 directories, 119 files


diff --git a/poetry/t/two-two.txt b/poetry/t/two-two.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..00e4945 --- /dev/null +++ b/poetry/t/two-two.txt @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +Two Two +2022-03-23 + +*** + +I touch my face and it is not a face. +It is a collection of curves and lines +far different than it is in the Inside, +a shell that's grown over me +during my wave-tossing sleep. +My body has done it again, +sensing danger, clothed me in a different skin. + +But I know that with it comes a price: +all deities eventually devolve or die, +turned to stone or lost grasp of their mind. + +I'm so tired of planning for contingencies +like +"What if I'm at Dead End Shrine and I have to pee?" +"What if an ocular migraine hits at work and I'm unable to see?" +"What if Jett breaks her vows and stops loving me?" +I promised her +that I'd make us a world +and spend with her my eternity, +but there's so many crossroads in my blood +that I don't know how long that'll be. + +I don't know how long I'll get to enjoy +the sweet epilogue from a life +of having to fight +to be able to do something other than destroy. + +And now another year has come and gone. +Almost a whole year from when I sung that song +to the wilderness, to the wind, +to any spirit drenched in sin +who might have known where you had gone, +that I loved you, I missed you, +I was sorry for the cries +I might have elicited from you before my demise. + +How long did you wait, Jett, for us to reunite? +How many calendar crosses? +How many sleepless nights? +How many times did I see your face +and wish you were real +as you begged my memory to make haste? + +And now two whole years have vanished into the ether +from when the world broke +and I gained Mori's Mirror +and a sturdy(ish) way into the Outside. +All the people I was have been satisfied, +and now it's just me, Lethe, trying to find +a way to reconcile this blood from my birth +with the world where I promised we'd never again hurt. + +Two years and two days +from when you I first gazed +to when I finally started to learn all your ways. + +Two years and two days +since awoke this blood. +It's been a good year, I think. +I hope I'm fully with you the next one. + +*** + +CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander