CHRYSOPOETICS

I. the world ends softly—
systole, then
the sudden absence of answer.

II. the sky burns in pieces—Beijing first,
then Bangkok. The news is full
of men and women in surgical masks,
suitcoats rimed ash-white.
Children are being kept inside, it informs,
but you catch round faces at the edge
of camera frames, small noses pressed
against windows.

(how to explain Armageddon
to those little grigori, wide-eyed and guiltless?)

your town gets hit between Nashville
and Kansas City, a few chill-sharp hours
before dawn. you stand in the gathering white,
death dusting your eyelashes.

it’s getting harder to breathe.

III. the cities flicker, fall dark. The nights
become silvercold bright; the milky way
a Jacob’s Ladder—ascending, ascending,
and impassible. Sometimes you see dark shapes
pass across the constellations, slipping
from empty to emptiness.
Their wings blot out the stars.

IV. you forget how to sing.
you forget what it was for.

V. you count your ribs one morning—trace
the crescive struts of them with your
ever-lengthening nails. There is blood
in your teeth you did not put there; war rides
a burned-out red mustang, and his mouth
tastes like the wrong end of a bullet. The pale rider
sits on the end of your bed at night, carving
and sealing shem into your skull, whispering,
the harvest is past.

Under the bloated sun, you tear down the last gods.
It is not enough, this slow monstering—
you have remembered the apple
still lodged in your throat and
you are not saved.

VI. the angels come too late,
feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat
as snakes’. The smell of ozone lingers
in their skin, and glory glory glory sounds
like a punchline.

They promise altars and arks;
the hollow earth, the ascending light.
You will be gold, and gold again.

You are not surprised when their throats
are torn open, revealed to be hollow.

VII. it is cold here at the end of all ages.

7

My kc game (♥‿♥).

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he prefers the term ‘quaint’

warm up doodles for the day, had some requests for what I think Madras and TOby would look like as humans so here you go! fyi TOby is bara as hell

8

happy birthday, kim jonghyun. another year has passed by and it still never ceases to amaze me how much you have grown in such a short time. please recover soon; use this as a day for you to recuperate and get some much needed rest. you’ve been a busy dino lately and us fans love and appreciate all your efforts. relax, listen to some music, and take care of yourself. you deserve it and we will always be there—waiting for you. 

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endless book list → looking for alaska by j. green

When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

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Weddingstuck at AAC 2013. 

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