There was a voice that called deeply in the night.
There was a thickening of life,
that slowed one's inner thoughts.
There was a suspended pendulum,
that ceased its free swing,
and all at once, it seemed,
there was motion in grief.
There was a single drop of rain, that caught the passing days.
There was a forward movement,
and inside the fray of life,
I could feel a light begin to take shape.

-Rhia Clay

Hello, this is Onij. I'm glad you missed my call
I know nobody listens to voicemails but
I'm afraid you gave me something.
It seems to be contagious and I've been spreading it
I see it on their faces, I saw it in the mirror.
The smile you left me with is uncontainable.
My heart flutters at every thought of you.
Dear patient zero,
It is advisable that we should quarantine together
Body to body is the recommended solution
Three times a day, multiple times at night, twice on Sunday
On my knees I'll worship you
Lift you to a state of  exaltance
Dear patient zero
I want to tell you that I...
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Saturday, May 31, 2025
7:48 AM
Extra terrestrial mote in a sunbeam

curious particle thunk to death still
jiggling Brownianly, when adsorbed on my eye

“Three quarks for Muster Mork!”

Kworking out Complex Adaptive Systems.
In noumenon perceived, perhaps,
a whisp of wish we knew, perchance…
A noumenal flash,
and all the ever is, was,
at fundamental centrality
apparently expanding until

some initial torque inserts
curveball science allowing
bits to bang into bits and stick,
or carom off in predictable ways

like, as not, in theory.

Then, should one think onward still,

noumenal nominal notions
make letters let nonsense emanate
natural schemata muses index using

creative compulsion classically causing

an instant to cease.

How hot
Inside how
Much you
Feel not
Like much

We share the same fate
The universe and I
When our time comes to an end
We both shall die

Ever onwards we march towards an inescapable fate

you called and left a voicemail
what song were you singing?

The hours stretch, a silent ache,  
Each minute trembles, each breath I take.  
The phone sits still, no message bright,  
As I wait through another lonely night.

I wonder if you think of me,  
Or if I'm lost, a memory.  
The world moves on, and yet I stay,  
Hoping you’ll reach out today.

I watch the screen, a glimmering glow,  
But it’s empty—no sign, no show.  
What is it that I’m waiting for?  
A voice, a word, or something more?

Maybe I’m just a fleeting thought,  
A dream you’ve left, a love you’ve sought.  
But still, I wait, despite the ache,  
For your call that never wakes.

on my call logs your number’s one press away;
apres numerous delays suddenly now’s d-day.

under wary vision, my phone rang once and over.
a low chime came along, then a screech was blared,
followed a broken ding, is a **** no one has ever heard.

my lungs braced up more and more compressed oxygen,
as hovered my head were you on scenes could’ve happened;

my phone rang louder in my hand,
so loud my pulse cracked a rib open,
then the room heard a long sharp beep.

our call ended as my hands near yours were once no more;
hence prayed upon my soul here and now reaches yours.