The olive knows

The best place to be crushed

Is in the centre of it all

Between the crushing weight

Of two extreme wheels of granite

That at least the oil of its essence

Given through obliteration

Might reduce their friction

And movement happens

I’m alone in a coffee crowd

But have surrounded myself

In a great wall of sound;

Don’t make eye contact

STAY AWAY

I’m here to drain you of life

Like a bloodless vampire

Disguised as an aging man

And when i depart

I will take a part of you

And you, you will be lesser

While i, i will be greater

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Words are magic spells

Like

I love you

Like

I am powerful

Like

Your beauty burns the world;

But the secret

For the spell to work?

You have to believe it…

Speak the incantation

All you want

It is useless

Without belief.

Stand in the sun

Close your eyes

And notice

It gets cold

When a cloud passes

You know it

By the feel

You don’t need to see

Any forensics analyst

Will tell you

It’s the sudden change in direction

It’s the sudden deceleration

That kills in the end

Two new watch faces on Facer.io

In the mornings
the artificial lights
we setup for the plants
turn on for the day
and sometimes
I like to linger in the glow

They were designed
to give them all
that the absent sun would
if it had remained
in any real sense

and sometimes
I like to linger in the glow
to see if I too
could continue to grow
quietly unfurling.

Autumn days open dark
as if your eyes are still closed
and then before you know it
Autumn days end dark

did you remember to blink
to catch the intervening light
that sneaks into the in-between?

Oh, these Autumn days,
these are our fall days
like stepping off the well wall
and plummeting into the black
but if you remember
you might look up to see –
there is still a blue sky
and one can find purchase
in the rocks that lead back up