Hefegeist
@jefeweiss.bsky.social
Sometimes if I pay enough of the right kind of attention there is a part of me that directs me, but lately that part has just been waiting.
Exist uncertainly
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
November 10, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Exist uncertainly
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
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You seem to say these things
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
November 9, 2025 at 6:05 AM
You seem to say these things
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
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Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
November 6, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
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The luminous light of your soul is really noticeable today homie
August 22, 2023 at 1:56 PM
The luminous light of your soul is really noticeable today homie
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Shut your eyes and see.
James Joyce, Ulysses
James Joyce, Ulysses
October 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM
Shut your eyes and see.
James Joyce, Ulysses
James Joyce, Ulysses
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There's nothing wrong with you.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
September 25, 2025 at 11:06 PM
There's nothing wrong with you.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
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The symmetry of space is variable.
September 25, 2025 at 4:53 PM
The symmetry of space is variable.
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Take a step
take another step
What else can you do
become a butterfly?
take another step
What else can you do
become a butterfly?
August 27, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Take a step
take another step
What else can you do
become a butterfly?
take another step
What else can you do
become a butterfly?
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oh, love
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
September 23, 2025 at 5:01 PM
oh, love
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
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September 24, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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September 23, 2025 at 4:24 PM
I the question and I the questioner
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i
September 23, 2025 at 3:46 PM
I the question and I the questioner
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i
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The Musician (1929)
by Tamara de Lempicka
by Tamara de Lempicka
September 20, 2025 at 9:15 PM
The Musician (1929)
by Tamara de Lempicka
by Tamara de Lempicka
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Fuck the void
Over crowded and too commercial
I’m going to the library
Over crowded and too commercial
I’m going to the library
September 21, 2025 at 2:41 AM
Fuck the void
Over crowded and too commercial
I’m going to the library
Over crowded and too commercial
I’m going to the library
The sun is rising
Bees are sleeping in today
Not keeping busy
Bees are sleeping in today
Not keeping busy
September 17, 2025 at 3:28 PM
The sun is rising
Bees are sleeping in today
Not keeping busy
Bees are sleeping in today
Not keeping busy
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In tribute and thanks
Remain curious,
Amidst resentment
breathe creatively
like drowning teaches lungs
existence resists
resistance exists
balance is a luring trap
dangerous
yet no less real than dreams
water appreciates us
even when we forget
For:
@yeehawpoems.bsky.social
Remain curious,
Amidst resentment
breathe creatively
like drowning teaches lungs
existence resists
resistance exists
balance is a luring trap
dangerous
yet no less real than dreams
water appreciates us
even when we forget
For:
@yeehawpoems.bsky.social
2100
Precepts
Remain curious
Be kind, not nice
Breathe creativity
Consume metaphors
Existence is resistance
Encode everything clearly
Balance upon paradox
Be seriously ironic
Appreciate water
Consent is key
#poetry
Precepts
Remain curious
Be kind, not nice
Breathe creativity
Consume metaphors
Existence is resistance
Encode everything clearly
Balance upon paradox
Be seriously ironic
Appreciate water
Consent is key
#poetry
September 15, 2025 at 6:06 PM
In tribute and thanks
Remain curious,
Amidst resentment
breathe creatively
like drowning teaches lungs
existence resists
resistance exists
balance is a luring trap
dangerous
yet no less real than dreams
water appreciates us
even when we forget
For:
@yeehawpoems.bsky.social
Remain curious,
Amidst resentment
breathe creatively
like drowning teaches lungs
existence resists
resistance exists
balance is a luring trap
dangerous
yet no less real than dreams
water appreciates us
even when we forget
For:
@yeehawpoems.bsky.social
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2100
Precepts
Remain curious
Be kind, not nice
Breathe creativity
Consume metaphors
Existence is resistance
Encode everything clearly
Balance upon paradox
Be seriously ironic
Appreciate water
Consent is key
#poetry
Precepts
Remain curious
Be kind, not nice
Breathe creativity
Consume metaphors
Existence is resistance
Encode everything clearly
Balance upon paradox
Be seriously ironic
Appreciate water
Consent is key
#poetry
September 15, 2025 at 5:39 PM
2100
Precepts
Remain curious
Be kind, not nice
Breathe creativity
Consume metaphors
Existence is resistance
Encode everything clearly
Balance upon paradox
Be seriously ironic
Appreciate water
Consent is key
#poetry
Precepts
Remain curious
Be kind, not nice
Breathe creativity
Consume metaphors
Existence is resistance
Encode everything clearly
Balance upon paradox
Be seriously ironic
Appreciate water
Consent is key
#poetry
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There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
James Joyce
James Joyce
September 14, 2025 at 12:07 PM
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
James Joyce
James Joyce
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September 14, 2025 at 2:10 PM
I put on grey,
when I was young
from head to toe.
it wasn’t a choice
one day i realized
my clothes were grey
colors were not me
black was too cool
grey was a color for fading
last year i realized again
that i was dressed in grey
from head to toe
without thinking
I felt grey
i was grey
when I was young
from head to toe.
it wasn’t a choice
one day i realized
my clothes were grey
colors were not me
black was too cool
grey was a color for fading
last year i realized again
that i was dressed in grey
from head to toe
without thinking
I felt grey
i was grey
September 14, 2025 at 1:04 AM
I put on grey,
when I was young
from head to toe.
it wasn’t a choice
one day i realized
my clothes were grey
colors were not me
black was too cool
grey was a color for fading
last year i realized again
that i was dressed in grey
from head to toe
without thinking
I felt grey
i was grey
when I was young
from head to toe.
it wasn’t a choice
one day i realized
my clothes were grey
colors were not me
black was too cool
grey was a color for fading
last year i realized again
that i was dressed in grey
from head to toe
without thinking
I felt grey
i was grey
