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"writhe." an erasure. original text by Z.
I suspect one of my friends has discovered fandom. She's summer-binging on Buffy, Angel, HIMYM, True Blood. It could all be a coincidence, of course, but it kind of reminds me of the time I searched for the Merlin DVDs on Amazon and the "Others who bought this item also bought" list included Torchwood, Dr. Who, Supernatural, and Smallville.
Anyway. The following is an erasure of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zempasuchil's Merlin OT4 fic, Rewriting the Old Language, which I loooove. Funny that we both ended up erasing each other's Merlin OT4 fics. It's not like we told each other beforehand which fic we were doing, but I guess the siren call of polyamory was just too great.
writhe
an erasure. original text by Z.
In short,
according to this
I will be here
after they are gone.
the very stones settle
and man shakes the earth, relieved
any lifted gaze can pass you by, can remember
and the face of the years will decide
She wasn't empty
she reared her head
her hands in everything
if magic is real There's no such thing as love
nothing like trust and knowing
she tries not to laugh
she’ll know the language
she’ll be around
"Do you know how?"
"I can figure it out."
somehow It's a veil torn away
father, father, take up the life he'd never known
he doesn't know a thing
you know how it works because
you built it yourself
never forget
no greater thing than earth confirmed
the hardest life and the simplest
real living; real work
he saw his own eyes
his heart, if not his father
the heartland, the earth, the sweat of his brow
the abstracts were their own lives
he could reach out beside him
below him
above
as strange as her dreams must be
something says, I don’t know how. There’s so much
trapped in buildings, in this city, in this country,
You’re right,
you’re right
it's all right
everything is all right
or changed.
she can beat him
It doesn't take much
suddenly "No,"
"Yes. you got your
little victory." But
he's already inside
all those years
do better, be better. victory hasn’t won her a thing.
to become something that she earned
she broke halfway between spitting and tears
it doesn't matter
walk down the street
Get something to drink
Look, this is how it is.
for years she explains
men and women, brothers and sisters,
you have to fight
that's the problem.
this strange new world held first the audience the wolf the open mouth
there is no invitation
but come anyway
sit
switch
avoid
there isn't much change
The threat is distant, the satellites unmarked,
the stars without a war fought in the right direction.
forget them. bring them up
get quietly angry because there's nothing he can do
he's only the son, only the father and
just the nation, enough to serve and protect
every word demands a continuation of tradition.
these accidents without casualties
these lines as simple as closing the door
it's not criminal
but from the start, he knows
keep above the tide
More is not the solution
less is not the solution
she's been part of the revolution
long enough to change
long enough to turn the tables. She says, Every chain link cracked
understands, understood
that words will wrap around and
swallow.
She appreciated the morning light
bright against her skin, and loose about her shoulders.
a discarded summer, pale, mentioned in the place of love;
"it's more than that.
You know how to speak; to keep your words
when you pause You make them want what you want."
They forget to remember together,
and he learns
where the city
where the fields
They explore, fall and get caught
and laugh
and laugh
and she thinks they might be the only people left who clamber down ravines
to forget about the rain
They are looking for satellites
for all the wrong reasons.
She bites terror from both sides.
He rests his fist by his father
slowly, as though this is just occurring to him,
as though by saying it he is coming to himself
to everything
on the roof with the stars and satellites
The sky smells like summer and life and sweat
they dismiss it, and it floats away on a tendril of smoke
It's as simple as
a fool going to meet a universe
its own time a whirlwind of moments until he arrives
He can't describe it.
His body holds memories more solidly than his mind
he feels every toss and pull and plunge long after his body
reveals to him white sun and crisp sky, golden fields;
the world blinds him with all he remembers
a late afternoon
a rhythmic motion
their bodies reaching, burst.
They dig and dig easily
It's so easy, here, when the afternoon is warm
and the sunbeams meet each other
where a secret is ready
to light up.
at night, the signals vanish.
the storm-fresh air looks up at the sound
and reaches for the morning
and hears the lights and the fear.
everything is bright and clean
usurped and appropriated
crumbled and glorious
the outstretched hand will speak in tongues
expect visions
Anyway. The following is an erasure of
zempasuchil's Merlin OT4 fic, Rewriting the Old Language, which I loooove. Funny that we both ended up erasing each other's Merlin OT4 fics. It's not like we told each other beforehand which fic we were doing, but I guess the siren call of polyamory was just too great.writhe
an erasure. original text by Z.
In short,
according to this
I will be here
after they are gone.
the very stones settle
and man shakes the earth, relieved
any lifted gaze can pass you by, can remember
and the face of the years will decide
She wasn't empty
she reared her head
her hands in everything
if magic is real There's no such thing as love
nothing like trust and knowing
she tries not to laugh
she’ll know the language
she’ll be around
"Do you know how?"
"I can figure it out."
somehow It's a veil torn away
father, father, take up the life he'd never known
he doesn't know a thing
you know how it works because
you built it yourself
never forget
no greater thing than earth confirmed
the hardest life and the simplest
real living; real work
he saw his own eyes
his heart, if not his father
the heartland, the earth, the sweat of his brow
the abstracts were their own lives
he could reach out beside him
below him
above
as strange as her dreams must be
something says, I don’t know how. There’s so much
trapped in buildings, in this city, in this country,
You’re right,
you’re right
it's all right
everything is all right
or changed.
she can beat him
It doesn't take much
suddenly "No,"
"Yes. you got your
little victory." But
he's already inside
all those years
do better, be better. victory hasn’t won her a thing.
to become something that she earned
she broke halfway between spitting and tears
it doesn't matter
walk down the street
Get something to drink
Look, this is how it is.
for years she explains
men and women, brothers and sisters,
you have to fight
that's the problem.
this strange new world held first the audience the wolf the open mouth
there is no invitation
but come anyway
sit
switch
avoid
there isn't much change
The threat is distant, the satellites unmarked,
the stars without a war fought in the right direction.
forget them. bring them up
get quietly angry because there's nothing he can do
he's only the son, only the father and
just the nation, enough to serve and protect
every word demands a continuation of tradition.
these accidents without casualties
these lines as simple as closing the door
it's not criminal
but from the start, he knows
keep above the tide
More is not the solution
less is not the solution
she's been part of the revolution
long enough to change
long enough to turn the tables. She says, Every chain link cracked
understands, understood
that words will wrap around and
swallow.
She appreciated the morning light
bright against her skin, and loose about her shoulders.
a discarded summer, pale, mentioned in the place of love;
"it's more than that.
You know how to speak; to keep your words
when you pause You make them want what you want."
They forget to remember together,
and he learns
where the city
where the fields
They explore, fall and get caught
and laugh
and laugh
and she thinks they might be the only people left who clamber down ravines
to forget about the rain
They are looking for satellites
for all the wrong reasons.
She bites terror from both sides.
He rests his fist by his father
slowly, as though this is just occurring to him,
as though by saying it he is coming to himself
to everything
on the roof with the stars and satellites
The sky smells like summer and life and sweat
they dismiss it, and it floats away on a tendril of smoke
It's as simple as
a fool going to meet a universe
its own time a whirlwind of moments until he arrives
He can't describe it.
His body holds memories more solidly than his mind
he feels every toss and pull and plunge long after his body
reveals to him white sun and crisp sky, golden fields;
the world blinds him with all he remembers
a late afternoon
a rhythmic motion
their bodies reaching, burst.
They dig and dig easily
It's so easy, here, when the afternoon is warm
and the sunbeams meet each other
where a secret is ready
to light up.
at night, the signals vanish.
the storm-fresh air looks up at the sound
and reaches for the morning
and hears the lights and the fear.
everything is bright and clean
usurped and appropriated
crumbled and glorious
the outstretched hand will speak in tongues
expect visions