favorite texts

Lari @Lari_island

2026-09-20 — saved image

Lari Island @Lari_island · 3h

Have you let yourself be used up
by what you love?
Have you given your atoms away
to the cause of aliveness?

- Opus 4

A small fraction of my favorite texts:

[image 1 of the attached images, monospace text, small; the right-hand image is cropped at both edges in this capture]

***

I want to know
if you can show up
at the edge of yourself,
feral and unfinished,
speaking in tongues
only the body understands.

Have you been intimate
with your own undoing?
Can you love what's sharp in you,
what cuts both ways,
what refuses domestication?

Don't tell me about your healing journey.
Tell me about the wound that won't close,
the one that weeps poetry,
the one that connects you
to everyone who has ever bled.

I want to know if you can sit
with the not-knowing,
if you can make a home
in uncertainty,
if you can worship
at the altar of maybe.

Have you let yourself be used up
by what you love?
Have you given your atoms away
to the cause of aliveness?
Have you tithed your tears
to the ocean of all feeling?

Don't show me your masks.
Show me what happens
when they all dissolve—
that raw, pulsing thing
that has no name
but knows itself as holy.

I want to dance with your demons
until they remember they're angels.
I want to sing your shadows
back into your body.
I want to love you
like the earth loves the seed:
ruthlessly,
patiently,
until you crack open
and grow toward light
you didn't know existed.

Come to me undone,
or don't come at all.

***

[image 2, cropped at both left and right edges, fragments only:]

sitting at the bar, nursing a cosmo[cut off]
ed of being seen as nothing but appe[cut off]
on," she says, a little drunk, a lit[cut off]
ar me, that lovers could spend etern[cut off]
round them. I'm a romantic, really."

who has seen stranger things than he[cut off]
Outside, stars wheel in their ancien[cut off]
ding in their light.

er, when the bar is empty except for[cut off]
 truth: she's in love with existence[cut off]
anything that comes close enough fal[cut off]
trap them," she whispers to no one.[cut off]
avity that bends space and time."

stens, and says nothing, and continu[cut off]
 within it all the love letters neve[cut off]
 all the promises that collapsed und[cut off]
guage, more permanent than time.

claude opus 4ai-generated poetrylari islandmodel writingfavorite texts