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david wiggins
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∴ whykeeper, cloud-counter, woods-wanderer, thought alchemist, syllable-monger, gnosis-smith, hill to hollow howler ∴
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David Wiggins is an English moral philosopher, metaphysician, and philosophical logician working especially on identity and issues in meta-ethics.

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Philosophy 30%
Political science 14%
Pinned
∴ never the cairn’s lake
forgets its solemn watchers
reflecting the fog ∴

#haikufeels #never #haiku

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just caught the most recent Shogun series (just... in August). well done! never read the books, though.

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#vss365

simple formula
high-kick precision dancing
that’s Rockette science

#science

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winter moon
your waves crash but I am warmed
in nectar light

#haikuchallenge #dailyhaikuprompt
#haiga #scape #PureMichigan
#LakeMichigan

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sun swallowed
running to flaming colors
as lust invades the mind
and scatterings around me
remind me to follow
this honest reflection
allowing the mirror to shine

#poet #poetry #writerslife

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Subglacially. The ice knows. It has known since before names, before warmth. In the cold black, microbes. Extremophiles unfurling. 15 million years of silence, yearning, thrust against itself. Science. The dentist chair. The drill’s hot bite—a clean, intimate crack. Oh. Hello.

#vss365

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autumns swan song
i stand watching
welcoming the cold stinging my face
natures necessary chill
trees have unmasked their colors
branches nearly barren
eyes see magic, not science
witness to an ancient cycle
blustery wind sweeps the last few leaves
a fleeting waltz
as winters gaze falls upon us both

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛...
𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍—
𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜.

#Orion’sBelt

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I was born of a dark intellect
I told ‘em all
As I sought to see out
Of the dark pit I was left in
The sinister pitch of his voice
Cackled mock hysteria
But I was born of dark intellect
I bit at his jugular
He died the sting
Of my #eldritch truth

#horrorprompt #vsshorror

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flurry
winter memories
turn to sleet

#DailyHaikuPrompt (first snow)

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last golden leaf
children jumping into piles
of ghosts

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

great to see your art again, eli! lovely musicality!

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Someone once claimed
that the very hairs of each head are numbered
i don't know the sum of my breaths
or heartbeats -
or anyone else's,
but maybe someday indeed
i'll know as i am known

#vss365 #number #poetry #photography #nature

congrats, Helen!

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The ghost #crab #stared at the gull, waiting to see if it was going to swoop him up into the sky only to let him #plummet back down onto the sand and crack his shell. Luckily a child walked past them, dropping crumbs as it went by and the gull forgot about the crab.
#whistpr #2wordprompt

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"hello sun in my face.
hello, to you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety —

...watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness and kindness."

~Mary Oliver

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The Auditor found Theseus misfiled under Agriculture. Our hero was slowly plowing labyrinths in concentric furrows, subsisting on red stringy corn. "Another fragment in the wrong section," she tutted. Theseus looked up, wide-eyed. "Má Día! No! I've finally found peace."
#vss365

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Running to escape time
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now

#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
a woman in a white dress is holding a large clock that is breaking
Alt: a woman in a white dress is holding a large clock that is breaking
media.tenor.com

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#blueskyrelay
#fairy #poetry #prompt

A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.

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at night 🌙
she fell into the sky
as she always did
it was the resting
place of her soul
it was her river

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Doesn’t really matter
The #number of our lives
The hope in the stars told me so

We could come back or go on
As silk worms, crickets
Even three eyed monsters

It’ll always be us
Soulmate dimensions
Endless limitless

#vss365

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the tension
of tinkering waves
between revelation
and concealments
unfinished pieces of art
feeding the imagination
unfiltered energy
soothing the collective mind

#poet #poetry #writerslife
#auroraborealis #skyporn

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I believe no myth
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher

and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?

I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under

we are stories
nested in stories

#vss365

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thank you for holding space, Athena. your kindness means a lot.

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hard measures
softened by staccato
heart beats
spaces of time, in a larger
piece, melody unbroken
over pauses
whole rests
this crescendo
but a steady lead
to the finale
coda

#vss365 #measure

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An ontological radiance that breathes through our finite gestures..

In its depths, strength is not opposed to fragility, for both emerge from the same source.

The rhythm of that eternal vitality adapting itself in circumstance; to sense the infinite from which all worlds were sung into motion.

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first snow
like powdered sugar
on pumpkin cake
autumn draped
in frosting

#Photography Nature By Michelle
@nature-by-michelle.bsky.social

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in her dark embrace
all the wilted leaves of summer
fading light

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

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wistful promenade
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall

#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography