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Written and published by Artemis Sere. Art, Philosophy and Photography.

why we hold hands

why we hold handsfrom “Xenomorphine (The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2)copyright 2012 artemis sere. i thinki think too muchthese dayssink too quick intostrange spacesbeyond watchfuldeceitfuleyesout of sight, yetnever out ofmind,orbitingthe peripheryof the core of it all, yetin direct trajectoryof the sky’srapid fall,‘ignorance is grace’you recall to mewhen I’ve lost my way,when my…

caste away

caste away from “Xenomorphine (The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2)” copyright 2012 artemis Sere I suppose  these things happen as a natural course of evolutionof a species with bloody rootsand murderous mechanicsour innocence stripped awayon the conveyor belt of arrogancere-purposed as component partsfor automated, dumbed-down avariceprogress printed in bloodand inked on bruised currencywith the…

bloom

bloomcopyright 2012 artemis sere. they bearthe burdenof our failuresfrail and helplessthese breakable stemswith budding thorns their thirst for light suffocated by night their stretch for height stunted by violence their impressionable sight tinted red by silencers they are the flowercloned of wicked waterwhose crimson petalsknow no better than to bend,…

scout’s honor

“scout’s honor”from “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2” Raise two fingers for honesty and integrity. Recite the words that morally ground. Live for reverence, abide the God. For truth, it is respected; in faith, it is protected. As long as we obey. The law. The code. Their law. Their code. By…

the topography of happiness

“the topography of happiness”from “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2” I often wonder if Sisyphus stopped to enjoy the view from the top of the mountain. After an eternity of pushing the boulder uphill, he would make it to the top, a wiry and weary prisoner to someone else’s wrath, see…

the wisdom of we

born to capture these rapturous reflections.burn them into the eyes of others. we are the cameras of the damned,the Polaroids of the dispossessed. our truth is travesty;our history disastrous casting. we walk among them, but never feel.represent their lies, with a brush surreal. we are a race, not aharmoniously moving herd. we flock. we…

blightspeed

from “blightspeed”from “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2” These days, we train with sand sprints, forcing us to push harder even though we have half the momentum. Ever faster, winded, weathered, and wasted by the race we call human. Beneath the flesh, our organic mechanics are the same, varied by chaotic…

to the ruin of us

from “to the ruin of us”step four: orientationfrom “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2” “Let go, or be dragged,” the wise Roman knows. And even now, stripped bare of flesh and fantasy, I cling still. To a memory, a whisper of the future that once had me spellbound. Love is an…

junkie shakes

from “junkie shakes”step six: six martyr placefrom “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2” addicted, to what is curing me, to what is killing me the seeds were planted too deep in these genes to be uprooted by common human means ditry rigs and unsanitary things the hunger screams in vicious and…

scapegoat branding

from “scapegoat branding”step six: six martyr placefrom “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2” Smells of cracked leather And dust, recoiled and weathered Until she releases it From her grasp, and it falls Long Long Long Long And strong Twine teeth and Bitter breath, Slicing through air With a blur and a…

patient antithesis

from “patient antithesis”step four: orientationfrom “Xenomorphine, The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2” we’ll never cross thischasm that has crackedbetween uswe’ll never bridge thecanyon that has expandedour distance i have the strengthto see this throughto hold the ropeswhile collapseensues in opposition we standin nothing do we trustwe know it would come to thispatient…