(2013)
#Contradiction #Dilemma #Philosophy
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly