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Resilience
Legacy Name: Rickaby
The
Nostalgic MallarchyOwner:
ClopinAge: 6 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: March 4th, 2018
Adopted: 6 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: March 4th, 2018
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 9
- Books Read: 9
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Register Clerk
❝ these molecules on their return
you might not recognize;
they've undergone a secret turn
they've been transmogrified.
the ether sipped them a story
you-- yourself-- supplied.
from toil-sweat and tempest tears
pooled together through the years;
from each ripple and each tilt
on each outboard wave of guilt;
by every deep-dive ponderance
of every choice and every chance;
by each oblique reflection formed
then looked upon askance;
memory is waterborne...
like recordings made in wax,
but more protean an act.
mutable after the fact.
those laden droplets then--
ascended to the skies--
drop back down, down the line,
the whole thing in reprise.
however much in disguise,
all of it's reprise.
like how a silky mist recalls the kiss
that had once graced your brow,
and remembering this leaves you remiss
to the one who holds you now.
or how the slant-wise rain drives a train
of thoughts of things long lost.
but there's a liquid remedy to calculating costs.
it dutifully derails the train,
and in refrain: evermore is lost.
or how a deluge rent the earth beneath you
and how some blind alley sent
you fleeing from the altercation
for relief, but all it truly meant
was a cold redesignation;
a long monsoon spent indigent
so you, darting eave to dorm
till every refuge sopping, went
back into that conjured storm.
and there's no sign it's stopping.
these molecules on their return,
i surely recognize.
it's sort of circle-stream,
a water clock, a time machine;
lean counter-current, fight the tide;
it's a straight downriver whirlpool ride.
and whatever form that memory takes,
we drift and swim in our own wake.
oh, storm!
we are the self-same water-wheel;
what turmoil becomes, trouble begets;
the echoed pitch, the answered keel.
so take my behest, at your behest
and charge up my electric ghost!
i'll pay returns with interest! ❞
-- lackadaisy doggerel by tracy j. butler.
you might not recognize;
they've undergone a secret turn
they've been transmogrified.
the ether sipped them a story
you-- yourself-- supplied.
from toil-sweat and tempest tears
pooled together through the years;
from each ripple and each tilt
on each outboard wave of guilt;
by every deep-dive ponderance
of every choice and every chance;
by each oblique reflection formed
then looked upon askance;
memory is waterborne...
like recordings made in wax,
but more protean an act.
mutable after the fact.
those laden droplets then--
ascended to the skies--
drop back down, down the line,
the whole thing in reprise.
however much in disguise,
all of it's reprise.
like how a silky mist recalls the kiss
that had once graced your brow,
and remembering this leaves you remiss
to the one who holds you now.
or how the slant-wise rain drives a train
of thoughts of things long lost.
but there's a liquid remedy to calculating costs.
it dutifully derails the train,
and in refrain: evermore is lost.
or how a deluge rent the earth beneath you
and how some blind alley sent
you fleeing from the altercation
for relief, but all it truly meant
was a cold redesignation;
a long monsoon spent indigent
so you, darting eave to dorm
till every refuge sopping, went
back into that conjured storm.
and there's no sign it's stopping.
these molecules on their return,
i surely recognize.
it's sort of circle-stream,
a water clock, a time machine;
lean counter-current, fight the tide;
it's a straight downriver whirlpool ride.
and whatever form that memory takes,
we drift and swim in our own wake.
oh, storm!
we are the self-same water-wheel;
what turmoil becomes, trouble begets;
the echoed pitch, the answered keel.
so take my behest, at your behest
and charge up my electric ghost!
i'll pay returns with interest! ❞
-- lackadaisy doggerel by tracy j. butler.
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