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Today a bluejay hailed me first thing. The unmistakable plaintive bleat. The morning is cold and purple grey, edged with orange. I’m told snow comes soon but I can’t smell it yet.

I have nearly finished a quick Boss Fight Book on the smash hit Knights of the Old Republic. It’s interesting enough but it’s more of a straight documentary instead of a memoir/criticism that I think are my favorite flavors of the Boss Fight series. I have Stormlight to read still. What an epic that is.

I really owe you all the Dreamlancer #1 published here. I’ll put it up very soon. This will get me to set up a site for it and I will seriously finish book 2.

One hopes.

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nadir

You cold little miracles Scattered on velvet firmament Like so many diamond shards Mocking

Strike up the battle cry Under silken sky And string up the bows Of the symphony of Infinite derision

Oh I wonder at the Abyssal and abysmal The night-dark pressure depth And the measured death Of the bluelight Thermoclines

The secret heat of the Vulcan blood seeps Through icy mood and Blooms vibrant and violent Across the floor of Your very soul

Strike up the war cry Under saffron sky And break the boughs Of the concerto of Unshriven visions

Framed like a Neptune gem A tragic lattice Like a cobalt cage Menaced by sharks And freed by Meadow larks

Arise, arise And burst resplendent A dew anointed flower Gazing for endless hours Dreadless showers Nary hoary dour

Evaded the invaded Green but unjaded Alive and unabraded Sated but unable Safe but creche cradled

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