For my dear baths
(2014)
This is day 29 of my month long Rondelet marathon! I felt that I needed to pay homage to one of the few places I can truly feel relaxed, save for when I'm deep in sleep.
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Your contentment is an illusion Not to say your existence is bulls… But it’s hardly reality as it shou… We all have heard some persuasion of what manipulates us, it
She waxes and wanes; Waxing when emboldened by time. She waxes and wanes; Waning when She humbly refrains. She fades to little more than a li…
An instrument of chipping glaze an… Though it is seldom played in pres… the wear of glee’s remnants tint t… Dust glides through the air, drift… The open window disturbs it’s peac…
Arbitrary and, I guess, insignificant Arbitrary makes me revolutionary. One time around, for me, glinting
All I’m known for is indignancey Unilaterally, that’s all I guess. Dilated perceptions since infancy Righteous soap box preaching to br… Even though the rest, my peers, wo…
You must be bored, without a playmate to contend. You must be bored. Tricks connect me to you, tight co… Feel free to fiddle, feeble friend…
Seated upon spring green spires Ironic, bears for it don’t desire. Conical stone hides Wistful wisps inside. They reside
My wheeled tribe’s steel-hog trip Has now peaked in the valleys of d… On Glaciers, glossed by dew. Stil… Though this frost does surprise th… Bear-grass can grow despite
The urge to do. Yearning to start, with much zeal. The urge to do. Yearning to finish, with a coup, Or without, I will always feel
Tu es nicht mehr, bitte, Herr, weil ich kann nicht. Tu es nicht mehr, bitte, die Schmerzen sind sehr sch… Weisst du wenigstens Augenblick,
In sleep he dreamt of blissful thi… These soured, made his mind a tain… He says, there’s nothing more to l… I should’ve stopped the struggles… The warrior confides his festering…
If that were all I’d rest, speak to myself solely. If that were all I could delight in pretty song. Truly, it’s the cries of wings, lo…
I am sorry that my mood has been so curdled. I am sorry I can’t remedy what ails me. The dispassion come from hurtles
Not everything good will be commemorated Not everything in fact, really, not anything. Compared to nature of sedated
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,