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Everything is destined to become a vagary, or a variation on a theme; or perhaps the fluid, swollen swerve of a stream’s current; or even the liminal meandering of a fever-dream: bounded by a blurred horizon, lingering somewhere between reality and the Void.
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Jé Maverick
10:37 AM Monday, January 3rd, 2022 1 year ago
The Limits Of Narrative
The commentariat in every age and epoch, with their eagerness to adjudicate and their need to dictate meaning, have in their various commissions formulated countless ways to capture the essence of liberation, as though it could be tapped and extracted like a syrup, or clad about with a definition both bespoke and interminable.
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Jé Maverick
10:54 PM Sunday, January 2nd, 2022 1 year ago
Hostile And Witherward Liberation
This being, for whom those that tried found impossible to articulate or apprehend, was neither individual nor horde, neither avatar nor void; this icon built from negative space; this blank dream whirling like a death mask in a feverish mind
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Jé Maverick
10:31 PM Saturday, January 1st, 2022 1 year ago
The Saga Of Brokenness
The saga of your brokenness remains incomprehensible to whomever it is told: fragments usually murmured from the corner of one mouth to the next, often shared hurriedly on thresholds, sometimes spat.

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by
Jé Maverick
10:37 AM Monday, January 3rd, 2022 1 year ago
The Limits Of Narrative
The commentariat in every age and epoch, with their eagerness to adjudicate and their need to dictate meaning, have in their various commissions formulated countless ways to capture the essence of liberation, as though it could be tapped and extracted like a syrup, or clad about with a definition both bespoke and interminable.
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by
Jé Maverick
10:54 PM Sunday, January 2nd, 2022 1 year ago
Hostile And Witherward Liberation
This being, for whom those that tried found impossible to articulate or apprehend, was neither individual nor horde, neither avatar nor void; this icon built from negative space; this blank dream whirling like a death mask in a feverish mind
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by
Jé Maverick
10:31 PM Saturday, January 1st, 2022 1 year ago
The Saga Of Brokenness
The saga of your brokenness remains incomprehensible to whomever it is told: fragments usually murmured from the corner of one mouth to the next, often shared hurriedly on thresholds, sometimes spat.