A poem in Ori. I use poetry to expand on my lexicon and grammar, as well as invent new ways of doing metaphor.
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Clidolyal
Catyin-gae nalistityin tyae
Calin natin nalepa can iyutu cyan
Yullacu tyuhacu
Bane cohace
Nye nalemasye
Catyin eltrutyin tyae
Na lyen-tatyin tyo
Ilu cyalace
Na syutace
Milis cuheo bumi
Na misuhile lunin cyon-lastilen
Bine
Nyilleya hatanulya.
A false vow
But you knew my reasons
You never saw me how you should
Every year
We would slip further
From the truth.
You know my ways
And I know yours
We come together again
And split apart
A tree cloven in two
And from the sap running from our wounds
Perhaps
A new story.
This is an intriguing poem. It feels like there’s a story behind it.
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I feel like there is, but I am not sure what it is exactly (yet).
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