Morning Mist Did you miss the morning mist Were you still asleep I watched it as it rolled on in Whilst you were counting sheep. I know there was a halo It came and disappeared A luminescence of light That slowly reappeared. It was a magic moment A veil of obscurity It felt just like a blanket A second of security. And then the daylight came Sneaking like a thief Here one second then gone All so very brief. Moisture clung to foliage Silver dewdrops fell Quietness soaked the morning Tween the hill and knell. Brown horses stood like sentinels Out on the milky ground Standing there in silhouette Hardly made a sound. I felt the minutes moving Across the earth and sky I watched the mist you missed As it flew on by. Did you miss the mist this morning It rolled like an ocean wave A blanket of opportunity I saw but couldn’t save. David Rudder on #musestr

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The Aliens you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they dress well, eat well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they have moments of grief but all in all they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they die it is an easy death, usually in their sleep. you may not believe it but such people do exist. but I am not one of them. oh no, I am not one of them, I am not even near to being one of them but they are there and I am here. Charles Bukowski

I. Arethusa arose From her couch of snows In the Acroceraunian mountains,-- From cloud and from crag, With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks, With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams;-- Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams; And gliding and springing She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep; The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Percy Bysshe Shelley on #musestr

"Sometimes it feels like it is over and it's not. Sometimes it feels like it has just begun and it's over." Juliana Spahr on #musestr

"My love, she's like some raven at my window with a broken wing." Bob Dylan on #musestr

“It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.” Piter De Vries on #musestr

Happy Thursday people “Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!” Warren Ellis on #nostrAfterDark

Tonight I dared to crawl beneath the sheets to be nailed down around me, waiting for my lover, she who enters without knocking, she who will unstitch my every seam along my thigh, my side, my armpit. She who carves a heart out of the heart and drops it down her throat. Sweet surrender this slow death in sleep as I dream the love-making is autopsy. How else will I be hers completely? Be her treasure box I said: a trove of pearls and stones, the ding of coins cascading through her fingers. The bird over her shoulder not a parrot, but an owl to be my mirror when I close my eyes and shape a moon-white bowl out of my face where she can wash the hooks of her caress. Rigoberto González on #musestr