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Cordipugus

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The Quickening

Tho' you stand on the edge of a roaring sea

Waiting to be swallowed by the tomb

Sway your soul to gladness

Climb from darkness into joy

Like a flaming fire in the night

Life will not be tearless

But believe

And quicken to be fearless

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Cordipugus in Poetry & Free Verse

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Tomorrow I will come home from work and you will ask how was my day. Drawing near and laying my head on your shoulder, I will say one of two things:

1. Just another day.

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2. I saw a blade of grass extruding its life force through a fissure between an impenetrable concrete wall and the grit of an endless city. I've been reflecting on this and I can't decide whether that fragile shoot was growing towards apotheosis or annihilation.

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Cordipugus in Fiction

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The telephone rang with a belligerence that shattered the pre-dawn silence. Jerry didn't even stir until the next sonic barrage collided against the ramparts ensconcing his peaceful slumber. With an abrupt snort he popped open a bloodshot eye and was confronted by a giant head belonging to Mr. Toodles. Laying atop Jerry's chest in a sphinx's repose, Mr. T purred reverently while administering a gritty tongue bath to his human companion's forehead. Another shrill volley sounded this time, somehow, more adamant. Jerry opened his other equally bloodshot eye. Toodles paused his ritual ablutions and completed the circuit of Jerry's bleary gaze as if to countenance more so than to inquire: "What." Thus commenced an early AM nose-to-nose stare-down of exaggerated binocular convergence. Toodeloo held the line of sight and nonchalantly licked his chops the way cats do. Like a boxing bell, the fourth clang broke the opponents' rivalry. In a huff, Jerry flung aside the covers with a force that launched Mr. Toodles into a frenzied airborne barrel roll replete with a hissed mayday and ejected tufts of fur. Landing deftly on all fours beside the bed, Mr. T scampered across the studio apartment to seek refuge, his yellow luminescent eyes eventually peering out from beneath a nearby coffee table. By the fifth ring, Jerry surmised who was on the other end of this call; and he knew that while most callers might hang up after the fifth ring in deference to good graces and the early hour, the individual with whom he was about to converse was neither gracious nor graceful. Therefore, the ringer's aural assault was bound to be interminable if he failed to pick up. So in one fluid motion he sat up, spun ninety degrees, and slammed his feet on the hardwood. A digital clock on the adjacent nightstand projected a soft blue illumination that barely skimmed across the raised surfaces of objects in the room, which thus appeared full of dark and ghostly lacunae. Jerry leaned forward expelling a guttural groan as he groped for the receiver in a groggy haze. With unconcealed perturbation he lifted the handset to speak.

"(Ugh)...Yes? Uh huh... No... Yes... No... No... Listen, man, it's like four thirty and I gotta sleep. Can I come over later? ... Why? ... Naw, man. Listen. Dude; why do you need me to come over exactly now? Uh huh... Uh huh... And it must be now? Man... just... Ahh! Alright dude, I'll be over in a minute. Yeah."

He shoved the receiver into its cradle and plummeted backwards perpendicular to the mattress, his feet still on the floor. The clock's dim digits noiselessly registered the gradual elapse of time's steady tumble, the paradox of sorities emerged from a heap of life's moments, and with each cycle of exhalation Jerry's protean consciousness dissolved into the flowing embrace of oblivion. Mr Toodles crept cautiously at first. Then, with feline swagger, he recaptured his sentry post.

Before long, Jerry found himself astride an amorphous beast whose lumbering steps trailed across a stretch of forsaken desert. Sporadic gusts of wind propelled granules of fine quartz at acute angles across his face. The surrounding dunes crowded in, booming at a low frequency, reverberating their ancestral planetary hymn deep within the hollow of his chest. He casted his sight through a translucent dust-cloud towards a sliver of burning sky interposed between the sun and a massive haunch of sandy ridge. Then, as when in the midst of a deep dream we flutter aloft in the aether of our thoughts, when we drift into and out of the emptiness that encompasses desire, when we speak with words unrecognizable to our awakened selves, a disembodied voice whispered with clarion austerity a message whose meaning made the world complete. The face of the earth turned with impervious resolve, the rotund and radiant orb slowly obscured the narrow recess, and light rays danced upon the edge of the dunes until the sky's expanse blossomed into a rich bouquet of yellow, orange, and red.

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