Elemental Assistance by LiterarySerenity, literature
Literature
Elemental Assistance
Rain arrived in misty waves across the countryside and soothed away some of the strain born from uncertain times mixed with daily stresses Like medicine from the skies so those below might relax a bit more and breathe a little easier It was a day to curl up beneath blankets listen to music or read books while drops went
These imperfections endangering galaxies Rippling through space Tearing through t i m e Altering constellations My universe reshaping… Binary Stars blink in distress S O S Supernova! Oh! Supernova!
Despite winter's gray sky it seems
the pulse of firefly filled dreams
is drumming near.
The firs shrug off what snows have massed -
the stream the season froze at last
is running clear.
It's everything I ought to say -
the cold had thought to keep at bay
your crooked grin -
its greening branch, its bird of spring,
composing every word or thing
that should have been.
Slowly the unicorn held out its glowing, magical heart.
"That's right, little one" The frog nodded with a smile. "That is indeed your most precious possession. It is the one thing that no evil in all the world can take from you by force or violence. Even in the darkest depths, its power cannot be drowned. No light can guide you through the meandering pathways of life more surely than the truth you find deep inside."
"It can only ever be lost or given away." The frog chuckled knowingly. "Therein lies the greatest danger as well, for a heart can be broken when given to the wrong person. That is why I ask the riddle, "What is your most preciou
anodyne, antiassembly, avarice by creativelycliche, literature
Literature
anodyne, antiassembly, avarice
a thing about writing -
surrealist fiction,
adept animation,
simmered conclusions;
the metaphors are not the in,
a sign upon the signatures to
illustrate what you mean,
but I
am built on the towers of belief
the commanding hyper-symmetry
of what it means to say it is a sphere -
and talk and talk - 'she does it every day',
but I am gone, and iced over in abstraction,
spiraling between the high fidelity
and your white teeth.