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Writing and reading in ASMR, soft spoken word poems created for relaxation and stimulating the creative process, as well stories of untethered exploration.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
White Dragon of Death
Pull back your harsh encounter Bring not your evil pursed lips into my face Hold fast that icy breath You vast devouring scourge
Today I have turned my back On your evil continence Long have I relished the day Upon which Your evil Would cease to pester my quiet foot My naked face and weary eye
Today I embrace the hot Pulsing, glaring fire of the tiny universe Of my great ancestors, and swear I am still here! You have not killed me yet! You bitter wind! You frozen ground! You white dragon of death!
Today I shed my outer layers To lavish all my extremities In the grand healing rays of Rah! Sun god! Giver of life! Master of all that grows And brings sweet smells Of birth and regeneration
Now I shall dig and plant Build and store From the bounty of this great planet And gird my measly existence against One more intolerable winter