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Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world