Poem: He said...., by Poetry Is Life

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Poem: He said....

I am the wind whispering of eternity.

I am silence.

I am the junkie on the street corner.

I am the moralist who condemns.

I am the one who stops to help the stranger.

I am the one who looks away.

I am the sick pervert slavering over the dead.

I am the lamb who nails you to the cross.

I am that wild joy that sends you running through the meadow.

I am the rotting corpse that astonishes you on the battlefield.

I am the slaughterhouse of ideals, the apostle of despair.

I am all.

I am all you wish for.

I am all you fear.

I am the worm, the leaf and the stone.

I am every character in every play, in every book.

I am proud, despicable, profound.

I am wise.

I am the prancing fool, the voice of nonsense, the sage of reason.

I am transcendent. I trail worlds behind me.

I am oblivion.

I am the gate to Heaven.

I am truth and

I am hell.

(2015)

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