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Rannaighheacht and Its Variations.

"Fickle Fall

Falling for blue eyes is fake
if two make terrified too
you and talismans you take
for sake of whistle or woo.

Physical feelings shall fade
like shade on a weathered wall
making all things never made
or forbade for fickle fall."

--Robert Lee Brewer via

Cobweb-woven.

a lemon omela mourns
earnest but oft rug-erased
targe what it says on the tins
friends to be quick-sacrificed

"...a landscape and a society ‘where obsessions can have the mute erosive drive of lava … Products of a culture that did not waste syllables, where the shapes of stillness, of what is not uttered, had their own meanings."