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Villainous MoodThe sun hoisted itself into the sky, kicking a few clouds out of the way as it went. The last few weeks had been cloudy and miserable and it was determined that today would be different. It wanted something more interesting to look at than grey clouds. As is crawled along the sky, the city below it didn't seem very lively and it felt its metaphorical heart sink in disappointment. It decided to persevere, hoping that this dullness was purely due to how early it was.
Four hours later, things still weren't looking good. It squinted down at the streets, hoping to see something interesting, and was delighted to see a man sprinting frantically along one of the streets. The man was clearly in a bit of a panic and the Sun wondered whether he was being chased by someone. It hoped so, that would be very entertaining, but squinting behind the man, it couldn't see anything behind him. Obviously the man was just very late for something.
The man was indeed very late for something. Very, very late. H
Sonnet of Imponderable MiseryThe dull, brown eyes opened slowly, then snapped back shut again. The light from the gap in the rotting, grey curtains shone directly into the small, round light receptors embedded into the human head, previously referred to as 'eyes'. This particular human wasn't too happy about this, and made this obvious by groaning loudly and turning its head away from the thin beam, waving its arms as if to ward it off. This was, of course, unsuccessful. The human then proceeded to roll slightly too far and drop off the edge of the large, soft object usually referred to as a 'bed'. This caused even more distress to the human. It yelled loudly and rolled onto its back. This rather unfortunate chain of events seemed to bring the human into its right mind and it sat up, rubbing its head. The human in question had a name. This name was 'Derek'.
Derek sighed and opened his eyes again. Staring up at his grey and damp ceiling, he thought to himself about the day ahead. He decided to stop this, because it
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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