from “Servant, Poet, and Mystic”
Shout it from the rooftops,
Sing it in your soul,
Say it in the silence,
Sit with it—be whole.
— @haelpoetics · the full piece, and everything beside it, waits past the gate
a living collection ∞ becoming & remembering
haelpoetics
Verse, image, and sound—the selfsame abyss revealed and sealed; remembering and learning, becoming and returning. The limen aedis below is a porch available to all, but if you desire access to the inner sanctum, you must possess a key. Have a key? Let yourself all the way in.
or descend — the limen aedis is open to allwhat lives here
an idle machine · click to compose
The word field
Words drift and reach for each other — small words in grey, verbs in steel, -ing words in steel italic, the heavier ones in bone. Tap them in any order to set a line, and tap any word in the line to take it back. Below the field, the mortar — the small words every line needs — and the marks are always at hand, as many times as you need them. Refresh draws a fresh sampling from the lexicon; your lines stay.
click the drifting words to compose a line…
the mortar · the small words, always at hand
the marks · punctuate & break the line
the limen aedis · a fragment, in the clear
Read a few lines before you knock.
Everything beyond this porch waits behind the gate above — the full run of visual poems read slide by slide, the writing, the photographs, the sound. The limen aedis is the only room search engines are allowed to see; the inner sanctum keeps its own light.
say something
Send a note, or ask for a key.
A message reaches me directly — no address sits on this page for the crawlers to harvest.