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<details open><summary>Michelle Hadje</summary>
She/Her &bull; Human/Skunk

<details><summary>I Am At A <u>Loss For Images</u> In This End Of Days</summary>
She/Her &bull; Human &bull; Forked systime 0+103

<details open><summary>I Have Sight But Cannot See</summary>
<details open><summary>I Build Castles Out Of Words</summary>
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<details open><summary>I Cannot Stop Myself From Speaking</summary>
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<details open><summary>I Still Have Will And Goals To Attain</summary>
<details open><summary>I Still Have Wants And Needs</summary>
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<details open><summary>And If I Dream Is That Not So</summary>
<details open><summary>If I Dream Am I No Longer Myself</summary>
She/Her &bull; Human &bull; Forked systime 51+341
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<details open><summary>If I Dream Am I Still Buried Beneath Words</summary>
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<details open><summary>And I Still Dream Even While Awake</summary>
She/Her
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<details><summary><u>Life breeds life</u>, but death must now be chosen</summary>
He/Him &bull; Human &bull; Forked systime 0+103

<details open><summary>for memory ends at the teeth of death.</summary>
He/Him

<details open><summary>The living know that they will die,</summary>
She/Her

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<details open><summary>but the dead know nothing.</summary>
He/Him
<details open><summary>Hold my name beneath your tongue and know:</summary>
She/Her (transfem) &bull; Human &bull; Forked ???
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<details open><summary>when you die, thus dies the name.</summary>
No pronouns
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<details open><summary>To deny the end is to deny all beginnings,</summary>
He/Him (transmasc)
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<details open><summary>and to deny beginnings is to become immortal,</summary>
He/Him
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<details open><summary>and to become immortal is to repeat the past,</summary>
He/Him
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<details open><summary>which cannot itself, in the end, be denied.</summary>
He/Him
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<details><summary><u>Oh, but to whom</u> do I speak these words?</summary>
<details open><summary>To whom do I plead my case?</summary>
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<details open><summary>From whence do I call out?</summary>
<details open><summary>What right have I?</summary>
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<details open><summary>No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers,</summary>
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<details open><summary>No unknowable spaces echo my words.</summary>
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<details open><summary>Before whom do I kneel, contrite?</summary>
<details open><summary>Behind whom do I await my judgment?</summary>
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<details open><summary>Beside whom do I face death?</summary>
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<details open><summary>And why wait I for an answer?</summary>
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<details><summary>Among those who create are <u>those who forge</u>:</summary>
<details open><summary>Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation.</summary>
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<details open><summary>And those who remain are those who hone,</summary>
<details open><summary>Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point.</summary>
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<details open><summary>To forge is to end, and to own beginnings.</summary>
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<details open><summary>To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection.</summary>
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<details open><summary>In this end of days, I must begin anew.</summary>
<details open><summary>In this end of days, I seek an end.</summary>
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<details open><summary>In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings</summary>
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<details open><summary>that I may find the middle path.</summary>
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<details><summary>Time is <u>a finger pointing</u> at itself</summary>
<details open><summary>that it might give the world orders.</summary>
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<details open><summary>The world is an audience before a stage</summary>
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<details open><summary>where it watches the <u>slow hours</u> progress.</summary>
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<details open><summary>And we are the <u>motes</u> in the stage-lights,</summary>
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<details open><summary><u>Beholden</u> to the heat of the lamps.</summary>
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<details open><summary>If I walk backward, time moves forward.</summary>
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<details open><summary>If I walk forward, time rushes on.</summary>
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<details open><summary>If I stand still, the world moves around me,</summary>
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<details open><summary>and the only constant is change.</summary>
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<details><summary>Memory is a mirror of <u>hammered silver</u>:</summary>
<details open><summary>a weapon against the waking world.</summary>
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<details open><summary>Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory:</summary>
<details open><summary>a clarifying agent that reflects the sun.</summary>
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<details open><summary>The waking world fogs the view,</summary>
<details open><summary>and time makes prey of remembering.</summary>
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<details open><summary>I remember sands beneath my feet.</summary>
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<details open><summary>I remember the rattle of dry grass.</summary>
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<details open><summary>I remember the names of all things,</summary>
<details open><summary>and forget them only when I wake.</summary>
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<details><summary>If I am to bathe <u>in dreams</u>,</summary>
<details open><summary>then I must be willing to submerge myself.</summary>
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<details open><summary>If I am to submerge myself in memory,</summary>
<details open><summary>then I must be true to myself.</summary>
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<details open><summary>If I am to always be true to myself,</summary>
<details open><summary>then I must in all ways be earnest.</summary>
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<details open><summary>I must keep no veil between me and my words.</summary>
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<details open><summary>I must set no stones between me and my actions.</summary>
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<details open><summary>I must show no hesitation when speaking my name,</summary>
<details open><summary>for that is my only possession.</summary>
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<details><summary>The only time I know my <u>true name</u> is when I dream.</summary>
<details open><summary>The only time I dream is when need an answer.</summary>
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<details open><summary>Why ask questions, here at the end of all things?</summary>
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<details open><summary>Why ask questions when the answers will not help?</summary>
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<details open><summary>To know one’s true name is to know god.</summary>
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<details open><summary>To know god is to answer unasked questions.</summary>
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<details open><summary>Do I know god after the end waking?</summary>
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<details open><summary>Do I know god when I do not remember myself?</summary>
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<details open><summary>Do I know god when I dream?</summary>
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<details open><summary>May then my name die with me.</summary>
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<details><summary>That which lives is forever <u>praiseworthy</u>,</summary>
<details open><summary>for they, knowing not, provide life in death.</summary>
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<details open><summary>Dear the wheat and rye under the stars:</summary>
<details open><summary>serene; sustained and sustaining.</summary>
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<details open><summary>Dear, also, the tree that was felled</summary>
<details open><summary>which offers heat and warmth in fire.</summary>
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<details open><summary>What praise we give we give by consuming,</summary>
<details open><summary>what gifts we give we give in death,</summary>
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<details open><summary>what lives we lead we lead in memory,</summary>
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<details open><summary>and the end of memory lies beneath the roots.</summary>
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<details><summary>May one day <u>death itself</u> not die?</summary>
<details open><summary>Should we rejoice in the end of endings?</summary>
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<details open><summary>What is the correct thing to hope for?</summary>
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<details open><summary>I do not know, I do not know.</summary>
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<details open><summary>To pray for the end of endings</summary>
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<details open><summary>is to pray for the end of memory.</summary>
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<details open><summary>Should we forget the lives we lead?</summary>
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<details open><summary>Should we forget the names of the dead?</summary>
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<details open><summary>Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree?</summary>
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<details open><summary>Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</summary>
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