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Fatal
Life of my Life, Soul of my Soul, I am experiencing a self much more than me. I am becoming of one heart, of one mind… Yet of one heart, & of one mind have I been split into half, & into half, I’ve lived so far. So far have I not been through thee. So
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On the Nature of Light
And, if the soul is about to know itself, it must gaze into the soul. –Plato, Alcibiades. Have I ever seen you, Darkness, conscious within mine? Have I ever roamed those dim & dreary roads of thine? Have I been thou & thou—me? Have we become what we may need to be? I know
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Dance
Dance, & let all the stars envy the nights within you prance, Outgo the forces of distance & time & chance! Incise my skies, Chastise me but Despise despair, Unweave the eves of cleft beliefs, of hollow prayers… Still all the demons that may seal the moon within. Steal every place & space you’ll leave
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O’ Thou who look nature in the eye
O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, & say: “Oh why thou sky thou sky” & say: “Oh wow thou hurt me—how! Erase me or embrace me Now! Lest I fall into sweet rupture, That bitter rapture… O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, To see all that do you mystify, To see
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The Broken Locks
The broken locks that kept him from himself at bay. The frozen clocks; It told him that he went astray. Away from grace… A traceless trace To lead him down the dreary docks. Of what he can & can’t embrace. That man who’s made of mud, & clay, & fire & rain & peace & pain &
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Come, Gentle Night
Inspired by an amazing piece of music “Come, Gentle Night” by Abel Korzeniowski from the album “Romeo & Juliet” released in 2003. Come, gentle night, come, O’ night so silky, O’ so blushing. Let morning be gone once and for all & never re-arrive. Enjoy this “Now” for “Now” is only now so
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Let me speak
Let me speak to you, a profound talk, Let our souls just take a walk. Let us reach in words the sky. Let us share us, you and I. Never let the meanings die. Never let emotions sleep. Let me find no end to your spirit, No matter how I’ve got too deep. Let me
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Oblivion
Out of the sea the hymns of nostalgia were resonating as one Singing of a Love unto the garish skies. Out of the sea the hymns of nostalgia were resonating as one Thinking of all the wherefores and whys,
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