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A memory is what we came here once to see: Things in a brick wall

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Saturday, March 2, 2013. Things in a brick wall. For riding into the night. As if I were camouflaged. And dancing in a circle of horns forever. Stars in a burning pattern. Around the song-range of snow. The edge of a thing. Like a wall strewn with lovelettering. Glancing over your shoulder. For the thieves of paradise. Posted by Eliot Cardinaux. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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A memory is what we came here once to see: Burning airplanes

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Saturday, March 2, 2013. Free in the wild three day moment. Where your words grow wings like beanstalks. If you’re made of rock. You’ll be made to shake off feathers. Sacks of sadness from your eyes. You can see tired into the clouds of your hair. It’s been a day for blue upsets. Posted by Eliot Cardinaux. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Leaning Against the Mystery. To be told it is time.

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A memory is what we came here once to see: Youth

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Thursday, March 7, 2013. Where the leafwords speak. Without the gaze of wolfeyes. Waving to meeting flags. From a desert in a yawning mouth. Being stars from close up. When the gods are blankets. That fall on our heads. Posted by Eliot Cardinaux. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Leaning Against the Mystery. To be told it is time. Apology to a Mexican matchbook. In a broken sunday looking glass.

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A memory is what we came here once to see: Conspiring psychic (or a secret’s bones)

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Saturday, March 2, 2013. Conspiring psychic (or a secret’s bones). To this here calliope cashing in. But don’t look down. It’s first to instate. The feeling that secrets. With a life of their own. Don’t own the heart. Or the tendrils of this radioactive forest speaking. Posted by Eliot Cardinaux. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Leaning Against the Mystery. To be told it is time.

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A memory is what we came here once to see: January 2013

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Sunday, January 27, 2013. When you’re feeling. By the quiet hum. Of passing traffic,. An uncertain anxiety,. And tassels growing listless. To keep you feeling. Like you’re tied. To a reality,. Or at least longing. To be held in check. In uncertainty –. To feel a certain shock. At your own audacity,. Or maybe your humility. Maybe you should have. Twice, before creating. For advice. If you. And Black...

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A memory is what we came here once to see: Bone Density

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Thursday, March 28, 2013. Winter highways give me bone density tests on the daily. They say my bones are denser than my head can handle. I wait for words, set fire to the sound a sheep makes in my brain. It’s the kind of flame that heals us from our loss of touch,. From a swirling nothingness that follows its own path. Those grains of sand my mind still knows will turn to glass,.

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A memory is what we came here once to see: In a broken sunday looking glass

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Saturday, March 2, 2013. In a broken sunday looking glass. Missing places never been. In dissolving footstep mathematics. Edges on a wild calendar. Into wide open suns. That are all you can do. To keep the dragonfly propeller. Out of your matted words. Posted by Eliot Cardinaux. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Leaning Against the Mystery. To be told it is time. Apology to a Mexican matchbook.

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A memory is what we came here once to see: The idea of a clearing

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Saturday, March 2, 2013. The idea of a clearing. In the sky inside. The sun you desired burns. It is the heat you want. To free you from winter. Winter always mocking your nostalgia. A spirit not quite vanishing. But unable to grasp itself. You will become familiar. With the idea of a clearing. Which is most like summer. Not that this is separate. From the ones you love. Or how to reach them.

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A memory is what we came here once to see: Sunfall

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A memory is what we came here once to see. Writings by Eliot Cardinaux eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com. Saturday, March 2, 2013. Othersides come up out of nowhere. My heart red-brown like the hum inside paints. Where is it you said you’d go. When the furniture started talking. I assume it’s a place where you can speak. In a softly spellcasting pose I think. Its time we let the blood shed its heat upon stars. And feel the sun fall seeking that drip of golden soul eyes. Posted by Eliot Cardinaux.