ep_language @ep_language

Paragraphy by the person e.p., in words claws-first to forgetful skies. Academic-musicmakear-softhearted-thinkerist. ephall.com Chicago, IL Joined November 2013

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ep_language @ep_language

6 years ago

Beloved deviations, gentle wavelength orbiting averages. To stay still as it washes over, to bathe the mind in its breath, to eat as it rises and falls, to sing its praises in vibrating hymns, to drink the holy moment of its gaze.

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ep_language @ep_language

6 years ago

Shapes slowly undone every outline spun in sunlight floating dust-like One last nervous dive. Every vector collapsing exacting its joy.

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ep_language @ep_language

6 years ago

A great chasm underneath the hands afloat in silent wavelengths Could we meet there when it's windy? Could we meet when things are taken in the air across the floodplains over every wretched memory ever higher through the cloudbank Clean

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ep_language @ep_language

8 years ago

I've never seen a straight line in my life Not on pavement, nor from a pen Not at the edge of the books that seeped into me Not simplifying a temporal sequence Or arrowing from cause to effect From mother to son or husband to wife I've never seen a straight line in my life.

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ep_language @ep_language

8 years ago

There is a scattered light there is a fractured sun there a trembling sky, strobing it still exists there That faint bedroom leaning into sparkling arms glowing neurons canopy themselves overhead shivering.

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ep_language @ep_language

8 years ago

It is no small thing that the universe is always present--that you are wrapped in it and it has never been, or will be, otherwise. You can struggle, as with bedsheets in a fever dream, but you will never wake to find yourself apart from its quiet company.

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ep_language @ep_language

8 years ago

Every room in the mind is like this. Flip on the lights and it falls quiet. Straightens itself. Chasing faded whispers always, until we learn to search in total darkness.

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ep_language @ep_language

8 years ago

Bending from desire, a spring stretching. The furthest pulls the hardest.

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ep_language @ep_language

8 years ago

The shape that surrounds us is ever-expanding You and me, we are both still here, in a manner of here. And that is not nothing.

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ep_language @ep_language

8 years ago

Our language was on a dimmer switch. Best when wound down to a weak glow--sputtered, wincing, perfect bits of meaning before desperate lungs spun the chandelier knob back up to blinding affectation.