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"Here, Bullet," Brian Turner
If a body is what you want,
then here is bone and gristle and flesh.
Here is the clavicle-snapped wish,
the aorta’s opened valves, the leap
thought makes at the synaptic gap.
Here is the adrenaline rush you crave,
that inexorable flight, that insane puncture
into heat and blood. And I dare you to finish
what you’ve started. Because here, Bullet,
here is where I complete the word you bring
hissing through the air, here is where I moan
the barrel’s cold esophagus, triggering
my tongue’s explosives for the rifling I have
inside of me, each twist of the round
spun deeper, because here, Bullet,
here is where the world ends, every time.
proceed with abandon
finding yourself where you are
and who you’re playing for
what stray companion
— Harryette Mullen, excerpt from Muse & Drudge (via femmefag)
God’s being is sacred from ours. To co-operate with his creation seems all his wants of us. … In the silence of our theories we then seem to listen, and to hear something like the pulse of Being beat; and it is borne in upon us that the mere turning of the character, the dumb willingness to suffer and to serve this universe, is more than all theories about it put together.
— William James, The Will to Believe
On a night when you existed but did not exist, I pulled you from the sky.
— Elizabeth Mitchell, from “Starlight”
Da Vinci, who was like a man waking early in the dawn of modern history while others slumbered, read the invisible signatures of God.
— Ihab Hassan