The first thing they forget is the wetness. Not the water itself, but the feeling of it. The slickness on the skin, the way it fills the mouth, the simple, profound relief of it. I am Tefnut. I am moisture. I am the slick on the inside of your skull, the sweat on your lover's …
A Lyric Poem for the SumeriansLet the reed stylus bite the wet clay,Not for ledger, not for grain,But for the hour between sun and sun,When the moon-boat floats on the Euphrates.O city of Ur, your bricks are stamped with stars,Your ziggurat hums like a plucked string.In the courtyard, the beer jug sweats,And the lu-gal drinks …
Let the reed stylus bite the wet clay,Not for ledger, not for grain,But for the hour between sun and sun,When the moon-boat floats on the Euphrates. O city of Ur, your bricks are stamped with stars,Your ziggurat hums like a plucked string.In the courtyard, the beer jug sweats,And the lu-gal drinks with the shepherd.Raise the …
Where the Heart Learns to StayWhere the Heart Learns to Stay
I met you in the quiet between heartbeats, where the world forgets its noise and two souls remember how to listen. You arrived not like thunder, but like warmth finding cold hands— sudden, necessary, undeniable. Since then, ordinary things betray me. Sunlight through curtains feels like your laughter. Rain tapping glass sounds like your name. …
The Barque of the Hidden SunThe world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake.Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold.And on that mound, in primal …
The world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake. Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold. And on that mound, in primal light,He stood alone, …
Uncharted SkiesThis waking world is not the one I knew,A stranger, bright with elemental breath,Where crystalflies on seas of azure flew,And ancient dragons dream of looming death.I climb the peaks where Mondstadt’s freedom rings,And trace the stone contracts that Liyue keeps,Through Inazuma’s storm, where lightning singsA song for promises the nation sleeps.Each Archon’s tale a …
The Stubborn EmberIt is the stubborn ember in the night,The thing with feathers, perched yet never tame,The forward pull that bends the dark to light.When reason says to surrender the fight,It whispers just a single, constant name:It is the stubborn ember in the night.It is the root that grips the shattered height,The hidden rhythm in …
This waking world is not the one I knew,A stranger, bright with elemental breath,Where crystalflies on seas of azure flew,And ancient dragons dream of looming death. I climb the peaks where Mondstadt’s freedom rings,And trace the stone contracts that Liyue keeps,Through Inazuma’s storm, where lightning singsA song for promises the nation sleeps. Each Archon’s tale …