nodeshells raze i was the man who never lied. i never lied until today. the world used to exist in this empty space — that too-long hour never dim enough until sleep. there were no clouds. i prayed for lightning. in the war between information and poetry, poetry always wins. there is poetry in my soul, but i keep it on a short leash. we're supposed to be gone. we're a universe of ghosts. everything that is subject to arising is subject to passing away. two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead. words said in anger are, in the end, just words. they only become daggers if you let them. they gather between lifetimes where the water shines. it's the space between things that allows them to exist, because the gods that made them are gods no more. ships are safest in the harbour, but they were made to sail. inhale love. exhale fear. do you want to taste my memories? . . . (compiled from dormant links and empty writeups on everything2) 230809 what's it to you? who go blather from