makyo

Author, Beat Sabreuse, Skunks

Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.


Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.


Current hyperfixation: SS14


Skunks&:

⏳ Slow Hours | 🪔 Beholden
🫴 Hold My Name | ✨ Motes
🌾 Rye | ★ What Right Have I
🌱 Dry Grass | ⚖️ True Name
🌺 May Then My Name

Icon by Mot, header by @cupsofjade


makyo
@makyo

speak to me
speak to me
speak to me
speak to me
speak to me
speak to me
speak to me

that i may see
that i may see
that i may see
that i may see
that i may see

the face of god
the face of god
the face of god


makyo
@makyo
I was born at the edge of the numinous.

That is why I can tread along the border.
That is why I'm able to whisper the name of God.
That is why I'm allowed to know the number and how to factor it.
That is why I have seven fingers spread wide and three curled toward my heart.
That is why my limbs trace the curves and lines of power when I dance.
That is why I sit with my back to the sun in summer.
That is why my body is a canvas.

You were born in sunlight.

Speak secrets into my hair.
Take my words from me.
Spend the intercalary days telling me lies.
Break my movements with a breath.
Wash my face with salt water.
Tell me the name you call yourself.
Close my eyes.

We will sleep in the shade.

Let me bless you with smoke.
Let me bathe your feet.
Let me light the candles.
Let me place a stone beneath my tongue.
Let me taste copper.
Let me draw in ash.
Let me rise up until my head is in the branches and my hair becomes the leaves.


makyo
@makyo
At the beginning of time,
when chaos birthed to order and disorder, we were blessed with two souls.

One has seven eyes and can see all of the monsters in the dark,
but is blinded by the sun.

The other has no eyes,
but can feel no pain.

When order and disorder were close as children,
our souls experienced the world hand in hand,
but as they drifted apart and began to fight,
some of us left one of our souls behind,
and that is why we search.

makyo
@makyo
Babel was a collaborative effort.

Once,
we all spoke the same language,
but on seeing god grow increasingly anxious with the rate of our progress,
we agreed to let our tongues be confused,
so that he could take things at a more comfortable pace,
and we could be assured he would not understand us unless we prayed in silence,

for only then do we speak the language of angels.

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