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@nicholejohnson.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 2:06 PM

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@nicholejohnson.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 12:55 PM

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...I alone was a dream, a figment which had never really touched anything. I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me. —John KnowlesStrings Oh, steadfast Apollo, Marble skin drinking the sun— And I, existing in the shadows Cast only in the places You escape the light. You stand solid— Where eyes perceive your edges, Each year tracing another line. While I dance through the dust, Particles drifting at your feet. And you have tasted me, That lingering salt upon your tongue— But failed to hold my definition, Swallowing me instead… Yet finding no nourishment. Still I dream To one day be made a lyre— Then hear you sing Of how I had lived inside the sun And already kissed your skin.
@nicholejohnson.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 12:20 PM

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Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. —Pablo Neruda The Architecture of Absence I hear the hush As it hisses and hums, A ghostly whisper, Like ears filled with fog. The walls, now as thin As the skin of a drum, Hold sepia slivers Of daydreams I bought. Each doorway an echo, Each window the crush Of empty winds whining— Should I let them in? Here in this hollow I no longer rush— Just starve on the quiet In walls with thin skin. Just watching in stupor As slivers let go— Wrapped up in wounds That fester and follow. No sepia daydreams When dreaming alone. Just rooms made of paper, And the silence below.