knit one, purl two

[cjchaffin]

Presto Agitato

The tempest when it breaks free of the swells
held to the edge of sky by unseen hands:
a cavalry’s hard ride on hoof-beat lands
to oceans where winds cry a song of whales
and steer a floating mountain by the sails,
stiff rudder, and a grecian god’s commands -
from sea back up a river to the sands
of a dark desert swamped in fish entrails.
The sky is filled with battleships that fly -
drop lightning, rain, and thunder from a height
the moon can’t claim - and yet a thrush’s cry,
when it fights its way across the night,
echoes a stillness where no apathy
can live. Not one will pass without a fright.

beautiful!

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CEEJ.
Simply adore it. Keep your yarn tight. (that's why it turned out to be a rug)

Ella,
you are hilarious.

Milo,
you scare/scar me with your brilliance.

True: wow...loved it. the title and the image of "a dark desert swamped with fish entrails."
which I might steal. (well, no, my stupid moral code gets in the way) F YOU MORALITY!!!

love you all. Made my morning when I was so ill.


melicious the vicious.

awww hope you're well soon. take care of you, Melificent!