http://slow.writerscafe.org/adavis3918 The original writings of author Austin Davis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015441 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bleak is the mind galivanting through timeFrom perception to hallucination, to porpoise, to swineThe living surmise, that death has purpose,In sentience, salience Of all Earth’s fungusThe cold vacuum’s opus:Prelude to paradiseFossilized stars’ long march, across a w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/2820957/ Walking alone in the hot summer rain is an unsung melodyWet hair and brow and unrelinquished flameShe dances ahead of me unrestrainedWhere tall weeds thrive at the uneven asphaltand cracks in the concrete, like passersbyI see myself there with her walking in stridePerhaps in another dimension, or in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/2143400/ There is a forever apart from infinityAn eternity not withholding in its mysteryThere is a long grey beach extending along an endless sceneWhere therein, if I stare long enough, I see the sea drain inside of meThere is a stage where the microphone instead clings to us, to nervously speakOr, rather, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/2137331/ -I've seen of a scene serene,the crumbling pinnacle of all that is paramount; an unanswered ringing from beyond the rift.Do we grow in age to breed like plague, then fossilize,leaving our remains behind, only to conscript custodians of our offspring.Within an infinity we surmise,do we compound .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1455835/ -Loneliness is the grounded moth that wears hisfabric wide and longHimself, alone, in his cocoon of echoed thoughtTailored are the morose-grey suits in which hestalksyet hemmed to stand and sit and walkTragedy is the thing without wings that divinitybreathesStruck pale with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1406198/ Galaxies in view are but ghostly shadows of a past gently skewed; vibrant echoes of ancient purple and green and haunted blue. The emptiness that I am inside is a reflection of that ghastly gargantuan space; that temporal madness of reoccurring consciousness renewed.I imagine humanity is little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1401660/ Regret is a passive plea, not unlike the charade of castles in my dreams, built from cards and flattened by an unforeseeable breeze. The sea is to blame, some say, and also the moon and its gravitational pull, and all the earthly materials of which I'm made. I am less a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1401658/ Spring's wintry leaves, likeclamoring hands that wave at meAs I stand with my wintryknees, shaking in the wintry breezeBecause something in that frozensky had frightened meThere was a shout up there, anexplosion in the atmosphereAs if the Earth itself hadmade a whisperA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1323846/ If I were a disease, if I were an ailmentTo be treated and cured by medical remedyA recollection of leaves, of discarded and forgotten memoriesIf only amnesia were a choice and Alzheimer's a needIf time were not temporal, but sketched uncomplicatedly at my feetI would walk and I would travel an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1297206/ As cascading trees in Death's dreams, we each grow to fall. In our frozen, dilapidated state, we're all the same, though. It's the tranquility of man-made memory, which makes us unique, which makes us whole. Weathered, weary and grown, then an infinity, alone. Scattered like stardust,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1282096/ I remember from life onceOr perhaps it was from a dreamAn uncertain dispositionBeing beneath a gloomy shadeColored in an evening's crimsonA vast tundra of morose perceptionTrudging through aloneYet another bleeding autumnFreshly painted and wretchedAmongst faded-heights a whistleSoaring above frozen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1278005/ Lacking in understandingShe was the breach to my ever-breakingWith her I could fall apart comfortablyLiving the life of an oxymoron's ruseShe kept me below, but she kept me breathingI could never again, with myself alone, find an understandingOf what I now know, she could never love me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1268037/ In blinding vision of clearest rendition,the fleeting presence of sanity I feed,in soliloquy, is the weariness I’ve grown, following the patriarch from ruin to cobblestone.Paradise I now realize is arduous, it's fruitless and lacklusterWhen lust gives way to torture, her disinterest is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1257069/ Life, our horrorSolidifying awe, death and terrorHow feeble we are, then, lying frozenAnd thereafter, how feeble our intentionThe most recent of faithsLesser angels gliding through HeavenHunting our terror-stricken facesWith whispers of congratulations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1043555/ Past a shuttering-sky's yieldVacant and aloudSeparated by silence and distanceBinding forever, togetherTheir hands and their willWhere an unexpected burialIts ever-graying gloomAfter bones decay, bones'll fossilYet for his eternal stride in recollectionOf the bride and her groomSprinting hand-in-han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1042573/ The providence in prominence is a gradual apocalypse. Saving its eons of scorched days and flailing pain, for a mourning, for a burnt Earth, and clouds, blackened by the ashes of all mankind.Artificial semblance is in the realism outsideYet I would not lament for a populous suddenly e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/1041425/ Struggling alive, and with ease, dying wellConscious of a swell scattered about the groundBeyond a convoluted fogBetrothed to a kind of thickened airOften I'd stand, frozen in the graying breezeWondering if Heaven’s wanderings would be as wonderful to meDare I say that I'd eventually thaw myse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/887032/ In outwardappearance,Pounds of fleshare measured in envy of skeletons;Contempt is toobountiful within, with which to compete and contend, When a notionof lost, or losing, is an only confidence.  Yet there is alake of fire in death, Where it is toopainful to e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/719626/ insanity has its prose, its place upon the throne. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/715317/ Denominations struggle standing tall-Within a universe, surrounds allContemporary only to itself, of faith and distanceExistence is meant to spin, rotate and witnessExcept for they who are duplicatesSelf-proclaimed masters of translationSingle-minded mortals, demigods of humanity-Upo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/382231/ I was there at the first as I am here at the lastA miracle loneliness alone could hardly hope to manifestWhere discarded levels of regression were easily hiddenFound nearer the bottom, I kept diggingJust as that often too often feeling rose in the beginningI was there in the morning as I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/382227/  Surely as misery convoluted ranSpeeding towards light made of redKnives' sharpest metalCutting through our wooded undevotedBled faith, in chase, ahead and unalteredHarmonious marriageWhen today wedded tomorrowHasteful and immaculateOur burnt past, our split futureDesire f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/382216/ -Of life there be monogamyBorn concubine to God,unless the mother of himself;she is his wife.-With death, in excess, indulged by gluttony.Men were born of regret,to spread their seed;In hope, her offspring's expectations are fed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/382215/ -Under A veil made of AweBehind the distant facade of rising wallsBelow divinity's hidden shawl, embedded invisible lawDreams in brighter light, of monuments still standing tallCreaking bridges old, and sweetest smells benignWhere trees are wide, and branches alive; shadows upon the liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adavis3918/382211/